#reader is roommates with jjk

[mochilatae]

On The Way (Jungkook x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 5.4k (ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader/YN

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex (established relationship), creampie, orgasms (yours and his), intense sex, dirty talk, tension, flirting, kissing (tongue and regular), grinding/humping, nipple play (sucking, biting), licking, light teasing/playful teasing. If I missed anything, so be it ----I usually do!

Genre: Roommates to Lovers, PwP

AUs: Roommate Jungkook/ Roommate BTS

Summary: Just a date night at the movies, with your boyfriend. On the way home is when things change.

Author’s Note: Another one I just wanted to do. I was thinking about how hot it would be to have this kind of encounter with JK and I was in the mood to talk about going out to a movie, so here we are.

Thank you for reading (and ignoring any typos, etc, the usual). I always appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my work.

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Tag List: @kiestrokes @worldwideseal @kiestrokes

“I can’t believe I got you out of the house and into the theater. It’s a regular miracle.” 

You were only giving Jungkook moderate grief. The truth was a bit more nuanced: he’d been to a movie theater before. It wasn’t that he didn’t like that kind of thing, it was more that you didn’t remember the last time it was just you and him. So this was different AND nice.

“A miracle? …Are you saying I’m a shut-in?” He grinned, drizzling butter over his large popcorn. You watched, mesmerized at the way he kept pumping more and more of the golden liquid as he moved the contents around, spreading the oily coating in various directions. It seemed to go  and on before he was finally satisfied enough. 

You let out a sigh. “No. Come on. I don’t want to miss the previews.” 

“Since when do you like those?” Jungkook chuckled, then plucked a single piece of popcorn off the top and lobbed it past his lips. At least he’d begun to walk and you followed dutifully. Let him interrogate you as long as you both moved in the right direction: theater door 3. 

“Since forever. It’s a great way to see what’s coming up and I always see something I like.” 

“I don’t know if that’s true, Y/n.” 

“Let’s not argue.” You trailed Jungkook to the theater door and he pushed it open, leaving you enough room to duck under and into the darkness. Straight ahead the world swallowed in blackness became semi-coherent as the bright lights of the screen at the far end of the path flashed another theater ad. One of many it rotated through ahead of anything–including your much coveted previews. 

When you sat down, Jungkook dropped into the seat on the right and sorted his drink into the cup holder. Although he was staring at the screen, you could see his silver washed features–and the smirk. 

“..I just think it’s funny..” 

“Oh my god. Koooo.” You withered, slumping into your seat a bit further. The tickle of fingertips stroking the back of that hand resting on the arm made your nerves wobble and relaxed you just as quickly as you’d begun to tense up. 

“You like the previews. I’ll give you that–but you always skip them back at home. Why?” 

“Since it’s that important… I’ve already seen those. It’s pointless.” 

“Right.” Everything about the way that word came from his lips told you he still didn’t quite ‘get it’. But that was okay. What mattered was that you were both here. Together. Alone. The stars and your respective days off finally aligned.

“Are you excited about this movie?” You asked, poking through the popcorn he was working on, ignoring the obvious glare he was shooting your direction. You knew it was all bark, no bite. And it didn’t matter–you couldn’t be any more content. Jungkook could deal with it, as your boyfriend. 

There’d be bigger hurdles in this relationship. Everything was still fairly golden and brand new that the little things were still generally cute and tolerable. 

“I’ll save the hassle of lying and say I don’t even remember the title. Is it a horror film? You talked a lot about the latest ones you wanted to see.” 

“No. But we could go to a scary one–”

“I’m good.” He cut you off, snagging your wrist and bringing the piece of popcorn you’d selected to his mouth. You could hear the chewing over the top 40 hits droning from surround sound speakers. 

A moment later a comically sized drink with straw leaned into your view. “Sip?” 

“I’ve got my own, Koo. Thanks though.” 

“You sure?” The contents sloshed. “It’s Dr Pepper. I know you like that..” 

“Jungkook….” You glanced over, seeing one brow cocked and the other corner of his mouth doing the same. Damn him and his ways. A few beats passed. Finally you signed and leaned close, lips touching the straw. As you swallowed a few mouthfuls, he relaxed back into the seat. 

He didn’t HAVE to say ‘I knew it’. The lowering of his lids screamed that very thing. 

“What do you wanna do after this?” 

“Don’t know. It’s going to be pretty late. We hit the last show of the night. If anything’s open when we get out of here it’ll be a damn miracle.” 

“Maybe.” Jungkook tilted his head, studying the massive screen now painted with a series of trivia questions–the fun and far too easy type. You watched his eyes widen as they scanned each question. His lips were moving, no doubt sounding out the answers. You loved that he was so into trivia like this. 

“We could get lucky..” You continued. “I mean… It’s more time together. Worst case we could just go home and hang out.” 

“In bed?” He made it sound so choice and all he’d done was barely suggest the place you spent a lot of time in every evening, and for far too long on the weekend. Lots of fun was had there. Movies, listening to music…and …other things. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there.” 

Jungkook’s knees relaxed wider, then his grip on your wrist transitioned to a slow entwining of fingers as he held your hand. The gesture was so simple and natural. He never hesitated holding your hand, which was something you couldn’t get enough of. Your entire being–especially inside you–softened as your head rested on his shoulder. You could feel the vibration as he spoke. 

“Sounds good to me..” 

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“I’m really glad we drove..” You yawned, staring ahead as Jungkook drove through towards the theater parking lot exit. He didn’t look over but he did shift gears. You felt the subtle pause in the acceleration as the car downshifted. 

“Me too. I don’t mind walking but sometimes driving is nice. We spend a lot of time walking down town. I mean…we live close enough to everything but..you know.” 

“Agreed. My feet hurt and I really needed to get off them after today.” It’d been the kind of day that had the perfect blend of too long, too busy and too many annoying people. The triple blend that resulted in an uneven mood by the time Jungkook came through the door a few hours ago to collect you and head to the movie. 

He was lucky you’d changed and brushed your hair. You wanted sweats, a tank top and no bra. What he got was nice jeans, a fancy blouse and flats. Your arches were nearly screaming even walking from the theater to the exit and from there to the car. You’d almost asked him to just go get the car while you waited at the curb, but he hadn’t let go of your hand so you dealt with it. 

Jungkook was an aggressive driver but not to a truly dangerous degree. The way he navigated the dark road that wound back towards the heart of the city, you could just check out for a bit and not worry much about an accident or being in the car for too long. Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for a super cautious speed limit stickler tonight. Thank god he seemed to sense it. 

As you watched buildings slip by in odd shaped shadows or blurs of neon-like streaks you exhaled and the view muddied. 

“Feeling hungry?” Jungkook spoke and it was barely enough to hear after he fiddled with the radio and turned it on, then up. It wasn’t quiet in here but it wasn’t like you’d both have to shout to hear each other. 

“Hmm?” Casting a tired glance his way, you offered a brief smile. “I don’t think so. That popcorn was enough. Are you asking because you’re hungry?” If he was then you had no idea how Jungkook still had the room. He’d tanked his drink, the rest of yours and almost all the popcorn. 

“I’m good for now.” Palm pressing your belly under the seat belt, you shifted back against the seat, enjoying the warmth. 

“Gotcha..” Jungkook replied, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the rearview mirror, then the side mirror. After a few minutes he looked over blatantly, stopped at a red light. You hardly noticed the busy downtown main street when you caught the weight of his stare aimed evenly in your direction. 

“What?” Your lips trembled. 

He barely changed the shape of his lips. “You look really nice tonight.” 

You didn’t roll your eyes. Jungkook wasn’t stingy with his compliments and you learned to accept them, believing he really did mean what he said, compared to anyone else you’d dated–with a few exceptions for their own ends. 

“Thanks.”

His hand had finally released yours and was on the move, settling on your nearer thigh. You looked down but Jungkook was all in on watching your face. After a quick look to verify what he’d done, you met his stare again, noticing how even in the red light glare he managed to look pretty fucking hot. 

That shade of red suited him. 

“I don’t want to go home just yet.” He stated. Not a crime. 

You did like his car and the time with him. It smelled good in here and was toasty warm. The music was good. You could hang out here all night but being in the car without a destination in the plans was kind of…weird. At least that's what you thought any stranger would think was you sat there, with the peripherals of the cross traffic crawling by beyond the windshield. 

“Me either.” You finally agreed. “...Where could we go? It’s nearly midnight.” It was awfully busy on the road tonight but that was a lot in service to it being Friday night and the cusp of a holiday weekend. Plenty of chances to go fill the evening, if drinking and dancing were your cup of tea. 

That could have been you and Jungkook, if you hadn’t had such a long, trying day, but he still seemed content right here, as he was. 

“Do we have to go anywhere?” 

You sighed. “We SHOULD. We can’t sit at this red light forever and we can’t sit in the parking garage at the apartment complex with the car running. I’ve heard horror stories about garages and idling cars. Not the way I want to end my night.” 

Jungkook laughed quietly and nodded, then reached over and changed the station to something more akin to a dark and decadent, quiet storm blend. Something for the grown folks in the city, wanting to wind their night down in bed, but not to sleep.

“How do you want it to end?” He asked.

You felt warm in the chest and it was only crawling higher. Eventually you shifted against the pressure of your seat belt strap.

“I don’t know..” You had an idea. And it was totally fine, seeing as he was your boyfriend, but you wanted to see where he was going with this. Was the energy change the kind you were picking up? “..Did you have something in mind?” 

“Mmhm.” His lips seemed more lush and even carried a kind of darker hue as he leaned closer, bringing his cologne and the dark sway of his silky hair with him. You knew he knew how tempting his bangs were to slide your fingers through and play. He loved it–depending on how you did it, you’d either put him to sleep or make him more vigorous. 

The roaring ache suddenly gnawing between your squeezing thighs made the latter result a fresh hope in your mind. But you kept it hidden well, expression mostly neutral. 

“I want to kiss you. Want more than that, Y/n. Seeing you so into the movie…so focused…” The tip of his nose brushed yours as he inclined his head. Your lids lowered a hint. The hot lines of your lips parted just a little as you gazed into the plump, red lines of his looming mouth, leaning closer still. 

The music swelled as a voice crooned, riding the notes of a song that swayed like hips against you. Like a body gyrating in the dark. Heat licked your chin and the cupids bow at the center of your top lip. 

“Koo…” 

The blast of a horn at your back dragged you backwards into the seat. Jungkook watched, then moved his eyes the direction of the offending sound. A moment later he leaned towards the steering wheel and squinted up at the light–now a vibrant green. 

His foot sunk against the gas pedal. The car purred and surged off the line. 

“What a prick..” He snarled, swallowing.  

“Who knows how long the light was green before they honked.” You ventured, pushing hairs back from your face, fussing over a few strands. Shaking fingers told the tale: Jungkook’s energy was clearly spearheading the night exactly where you suspected. But that didn’t mean you had to follow it right here and now, to the detriment of anyone else’s evening plans. 

Patience was a virtue. Jungkook had very little at times and you made up for it by having enough in reserve. Someone had to keep the control for a bit longer until you made a mutual decision. 

Or admitted what was obviously hanging in the air of this car interior. And what was causing that tight squeeze of fingers into the top of your thigh, massaging firmly. Possessively, slowly creeping higher as Jungkook worked out another smile. 

“Let’s get home. We can figure it out from there.” 

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You didn’t have to open your door. Jungkook did it for you. 

His own had barely shut and he’d jogged around the car to your side. There was a tenderness in the way he took your hand in spite of the raw energy packing the car interior earlier. If it had been you, Jungkook might have found himself dragged onto the concrete with haste. Whatever cooling off he’d managed to do in the few minutes since the red light, the calm was back on his face.

The streetlight washed you both in a garish white but Jungkook was haloed around the top of his head standing face to face as he smiled. The car door shut although you didn’t remember pushing it. You were losing the grasp of fine detail with Jungkook so near. 

And the coolness of the night air had only briefly chased the agonizing heat from your core. Already it was gathering again. The tightness of his pale green t-shirt and that mostly open hoodie hanging off his broad shoulders didn’t do you any favors. Even ‘slumming it’, your boyfriend was winding your hormones like top, about to send you spinning the moment it was too much.

For all the power he held right now, there was a boyish playfulness in the grin Jungkook flashed, stepping close. Closer than he’d managed in the car–and that was impressive. Your body was responsive, leaning right towards his warmth. 

He paused with a sigh that washed over your upturned face. 

“Y/n..” 

“Hmm?”

“I had a good time..” 

“Can we do this inside the apartment?” 

Jungkook’s dark brows lowered and the heat swarmed in his eyes. “A bit eager, are we?” 

“Eager?” You scoffed. “In case you didn’t notice, at the stop light—” 

“I’m kidding, babe. We COULD.. But..” Jungkook giggled and shook his head. 

You watched him take a slow look around. Nothing about the parking lot around the back of the apartment building had changed. It was still the same mostly empty space as usual in the evening. No doubt the tenants were all out–probably wandering around downtown like you two had done.

“..It’s a long walk to the doors. All the way around to the front. Then we have to wait for the elevator… Who has time for that?” He finished with a hum. 

What mattered was the way Jungkook’s lips curved as he came back to you. A moment later he inched closer and an arm slowly slid around, adding pressure at the small of your back. 

You inhaled and he let out a low grunt. 

“What are you saying?” 

Another sly, sideways glimpse at the night around you and he shrugged. It was his “give no fucks, I’m in a mood and ready to go” energy, full blast. Rolling off him, like the warmth you felt through that thin cotton t-shirt. When your palm touched his chest, Jungkook leaned into that pressure. There was a rumble underneath your palm, palpable through fabric and muscle.

“I’m saying.. I want you. I don’t want to wait.”  

Your legs felt like jelly. Your knees, not much better, going to liquid as Jungkook bullied one of his own through, nudging them further apart. It was wild how he did it while walking you slowly backwards until the cool metal of the car touched the back of your thighs. 

You scrambled for a quick check over one shoulder. When you did, lips dove, touching your jugular. Leave it to Jungkook to know your spot and go right for it. He wasn’t wasting time tonight. It was always hot when he was on a mission and it was pedal to the metal. It just wasn’t something you’d have expected out here, in the apartment complex’s back parking lot. 

But truly, you were alone enough. The closest shapes from here were a few other cars, parked at odd sections close to the corners of the lot. Almost invisible if one didn’t know what to look for like you did. 

“Look around… we’re outside.” 

“Yes.” His shining lips flexed and spread again as he came away from your skin, glaring into your bulging eyes. Even with the cool night air, your skin was burning up. And that wasn’t the only source of heat–between your thighs was impossibly humid and dangerously tight. Not an uncommon reaction to a good looking man of Jungkook’s caliber.

He leaned into you, offsetting your balance with enough body weight listed forward to have you leaning back. And he followed it until you slammed a palm onto the hood. A moment later your ass followed with a bulky thunk. 

Jungkook’s knee rested just outside your calf as you set a foot up on the front bumper. No way he was being moved until the time was right. Until he was good and ready. The things that stirred up inside you…

“This is a parking lot.” 

“Looks pretty desolate to me.” Jungkook replied. 

“It’s our apartment building.” 

“Mhmm..” His eyes began to move down your front as he reached up, letting his hands follow, hugging your sides with a modest, possessive grip. Like he was about to move you just where he might want you. Only one of you needed to know any more than that… and it wasn’t you. 

Your thighs trembled and you tried to squeeze them closer but Jungkook’s knee knocked against the inside of one in warning. His teeth flashed as they sank slowly into his lower lip. 

“Don’t.” He warned. You felt it in your belly. 

“Koo..” You whispered. 

Fingertips stopped at your waist and walked inwards to meet, right at the button on your jeans. He popped it open with a firm sweep of one thumb and pinched the zipper slider then pulled. Slow and steady. 

“Want you..” He repeated, voice lower, the heat in his words coiling from his lips seconds after he’d said them. Jungkook didn’t notice or care that there was a bit of a chill. But maybe that was you. Your skin prickled as goosebumps rose, staring at your thighs and stopping just at your breasts. 

“I know..” You whined. “I like when you want me… I just—can we take it upstairs?” 

“Why? We’re good here.”

“Call it performance anxiety..” You nervously tittered. Jungkook’s serious expression didn’t change as the zipper hit the bottom of the chain. He slipped a few fingers into the new gap and spread the denim more, exposing FAR too much to be in denial any longer. 

“Then don’t worry about performing.” The desire in his stare had changed those soft brown eyes to steel, riddled with pure lust. Usually you saw it from behind the privacy of a closed bedroom door, or at least the apartment door. 

The tip of Jungkook’s tongue glinted as he ran it over his lips, covering especially the small dents left by his teeth. You ached for that cherry colored muscle point to swab your nipples and chase your clit around until he found it and trapped it for a good, long suck. 

“I’ll do all the work, Y/n.” His chin jerked. “Lay back..” 

You sank further against the metal under your ass, feeling the shock of cold metal meeting your spine, all the way up to your shoulders. As you settled, Jungkook pushed fingers under your top and slid up over your breasts, exposing the simple lace of your bra. 

He chuckled with a low growl. “Nice choice, babe. Don’t remember this one.” 

“You didn’t notice when I bought it.” 

“I never do.” One cup shifted down as he leaned over you, blocking out some light from the nearby street lamp well overhead. You didn’t care. Right now the dark didn’t scare you. Getting caught was rapidly being shoved to the back of your mind. “I just like what’s waiting for me under it, every time.” He finished then slipped that exposed nipple between his lips. 

And you arched into the suction, gasping as you gazed up into the night sky. The pulling did its job: making your pussy throb. Muscles inside your core pulled in tandem to his suction. Finally Jungkook’s lips slid free with a lusty pop and he kissed the wet point, then slid across to the other side, freeing that nipple. In a blink he was paying equal attention. 

By the time he was done your ass hit the hood again. This time the whole car bounced lightly and he snorted around the shining point still within reach of his lips. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love that you’re so sensitive. You like when I give these cute nipples attention–and I can’t get enough of that..” His praise was like a warm rain, spilling over you, earning a whine of enjoyment. 

Your fingers groped as the fresh, crisp material of his sleeve, rising up and pulling with it, wrinkling his shirt in your fisting hand as you tugged him closer. He came up, lips locking for a deep, slow kiss. 

He wasn’t wrong. Jungkook was doing all the work and you were just having to lay there and feel. Even out here, on top of his car, you couldn’t do anything BUT absorb all the sensation he was sending through you. It had you on that same predictable path: ultra wet. Squirming against his groin, the firmness there rutting into your mound repeatedly. Bullying you an inch or two up the now-warmed metal. 

Skin lightly pinched as you slid and friction created a pitched squeal. Didn’t matter. It didn’t even feel bad. Every sensation was winding towards an eventual apex: the almighty and much coveted high. An orgasm brewing deep in your pelvis, eager for your boyfriend to fuck it out of you, like he was skilled at doing. 

Like he was born to do. You didn’t joke to your friends that he was the golden ‘man’ just because of how much he liked to indulge in buying food, drinks and gadgets. He took his bedroom game just as seriously. Jungkook didn’t slack on his interests and hobbies. 

It was clear, as he bit and kissed both nipples in turn again, YOU were the greatest of all those things. 

“Baby..” A low, whispered sigh ran the line up from your navel as he looked to your face, lips glossy. Cheeks ruddy. Nose shining at the end, peering through a tangle of dark bangs. You could only just manage to keep your head off the hood to meet his eyes. 

“...Yeah.” 

He gave a firm tug, then pulled at your jeans with a few quick jerks, enough to bring them down to your calves. Enough to let your legs fall wide. More than enough when he licked a massive stripe right up over your covered folds, making your eyes screw shut. 

“Roll over for me.” 

Given enough room, with limited leg mobility, you flopped most ungracefully onto your belly, right where your back had been. At least the surface was tolerable now–even a little slick with the beginnings of sweat, somehow. 

His thumbs caressed evenly down, following the seams of your panties over both cheeks, then brought the material in, then guided it off to one side, tucking it over the round of your left cheek. Adding a subtle swat, his lips sucked a wet kiss against the small of your back and he spoke into the skin.

“Ass up a little more, Y/n. You know that’s not the right angle.” 

“Jesus…fuck..” You moaned into the metal, uncaring that the sound seemed to radiate out and race into the night in any and all directions. Your ass lifted and your hips tilted, changing the angle. Rustling followed. A zipper descended as the car wobbled more obviously. Jungkook’s knees resituated, planting on either side of your hips, just low enough. 

A broad, thick point swept up between your thighs. Jungkook’s fingers curled over your hip, then tightened as he leaned further over your prone body and braced a palm into the hood near your shoulder. He drew in a deep breath. 

“There we go..” As he spoke the pressure settled over your opening, then focused there a hundred fold, until you spread around his plunging cock. He didn’t take short strokes to ease himself in. It was a single, long thrust and he’d seated himself all the way. 

Plugged to the hilt, Jungkook’s hips rolled a little, then he settled into a pace you were familiar with. One that was just ‘right’ between your bodies. A natural tempo that found its way early tonight. Jungkook used the car’s swaying to counter his thrusts, letting your body come up into every driving pump in his hips. Sounding you so deep inside. It had you squeezing harder and harder as the minute flew by. 

Your fingers dug against metal. Dragged down with another peal of wet skin shrieking over the dry surface. You swallowed. His firm thrust forced a moan out of you, over and over. The car’s rocking and subtle creaks were no match for the panting at your nape as Jungkook moved his lips there, nibbling. Kissing. Biting. 

Swearing as he rammed the soft roundness of your ass, he huffed as the pace picked up. He was going faster. Deeper. Changing his strokes up to be long and lazy, then sharp and quick. With a particularly rough plunge, your pussy clenched in warning and you howled out. 

“Koo..I…I’m..” 

“I know baby..” Although his tone was tender, the pace didn’t change. He was going for broke, driving into you with the same steady movement. Jungkook saw what was rising in the front of your vision, beyond the gauzy reflection in the windshield. Beyond the oblong shapes of yellow lamp light swaying right in front of your nose. 

He saw the wave rising inside you and met it as you sucked in a lungful of air and melted, cumming finally. Squeezing him so hard you didn’t care he was breakneck, brutal in how he pummeled at your rippling pussy as you fell apart. 

It went on forever and ever, or at least that’s what your brain told you as the world faded for a bit, only to sharpen again as fingers looped around your neck to rest just under your chin and pull back. Like he knew you and your body responses, you knew Jungkook was doing as he wanted: tilting your head back to kiss you as he found his orgasm, stuttering to a stop and pushing deep. Holding it through every pulse, lashing his tongue between your lips. 

Pulling away eventually, he let you lay there, essentially face down, damp cheek pressed to the hood. The tight band of the panties had your skin throbbing as it dug, biting into skin that you suddenly became terribly aware of and desperate to remedy. 

“Come on..” His voice nudged the back of your ear and preceded a gentle haul of the panties and jeans up to your hips. He had good precision, mostly sorting them in their rightful spots, all things considered. 

Jungkook was even more careful, pulling you up right, off the hood and into his arms. It was nice right now considering how useless your legs felt standing there, shaking against his pressed front as you caught your breath, taking mouthfuls of rapidly chilling evening air. It was vaguely Jungkook flavored, which you didn’t mind. 

Suddenly you felt so parched. All you could think about was upstairs, your favorite giant plastic cup and the water waiting in the fridge, freshly Brita filtered. Jungkook took his time to study your face as you finally found your senses and words. 

Your head lolled back as you managed to gaze up with an easy smile. A wasted smile. Absolutely, positively dick drunk. No doubt. No shame. What was he going to do? Call you on it? 

“Did you get your pants back up or are you still…tackle out?” 

Jungkook’s face twisted to a mournfully offended look but it was one of the worst fake ones he’d ever done in all the history of time that you knew him. 

“That’s a funny way to say ‘Thanks’ and ‘I love you’.” 

“Well you know I like what you do to me. And do you REALLY need me to say I love you?” 

The brief pout suited his plump lips so well. It was why he got away with so much nonsense with you. He just deployed that doughy pout and you were at a disadvantage. One you didn’t have the energy or heart to really complain about. 

“I mean..it helps. I did just make you cum.” 

“It’s not like that’s a challenge for you..” 

“True.” Jungkook’s nose wrinkled and he leaned in, touching your cheek with his lips in a quick peck. He nuzzled afterwards, then continued. “What can I say? I couldn’t help it tonight.” 

“At least it wasn’t on the sidewalk on the way in.” You groused, enjoying the warmth of his exhaled breath rolling down your neck. He followed it, kissing down to your collarbone, then took a step back and took your hand. Jungkook made a show of looking down at himself.

“See?” As he waved a hand in front of his waist you saw: pants done. Zipper up. Button perfectly in place. You didn’t dignify that with a response, only tossing your hair briefly with a weary sigh and squeezed his hand. 

You stumbled forward with a yelp as Jungkook turned away, fingers laced, heading for the alley that led around from the parking lot to the front of the building. And the lobby doors. That meant warmth. Comfort. Familiarity. All things that meant Jungkook too.  

Coming around to the front and seeing it blessedly dead of any living soul, you felt a weight off your shoulders. No one was out front which meant less chance anyone had seen. And there’d been no lights on in any of the windows facing the parking lot either, so you were reasonably certain enough that no one had heard either. 

Nearly at the doors to the building you spoke once more. 

“You know..you missed a golden opportunity.” You hated to chide him, but you couldn’t help it. 

“Did I?” Jungkook’s dreamy smile stayed pasted on as his head turned your way. “Do tell.”

“You COULD have chosen the elevator. Much more..risque.” 

“Who said it’s not in my plans?” 

“If you think I’m getting on there with you now just for you to—”

“Y/n..” Jungkook tutted. “I didn’t say now. I won’t say when, but…not tonight. I can behave…when I want to.” You’d always believed and suspected it, in spite of what his wild child ways might have tried to imply on most days. 

“We can talk about it, if you REALLY want to know more.” He said then grazed the back of a few knuckles on your hand as he brought your shared grip close to his lips, then kept them there. “..On the way up. I’ll leave it up to you this time.”

[samaraxmorgan]

Your roommate Sukuna can’t stop staring at your lips. It’s not his fault, he’s never seen you wear lipstick before and now all of a sudden you have this glossy red sheen drawing his eyes to you.

He caught you leaning towards the mirror, mouth open in a small oh as you slowly glided the red gloss over your plush lips, and he just about froze in his tracks. Your eyes lazily half lidded as you focused all your attention onto getting perfectly straight lines, completely zoned in and not even noticing him behind you watching your reflection in awe. And god help him when you smacked your lips together, tacky tinted gloss stringing your top and bottom lips together for hardly a second before snapping away.

And now you’re sitting across from him on the couch, nonchalantly picking at your nails while you tell him… what were you telling him about again? It’s hard to focus when the only thing on his mind is how pretty you look in red. You pucker your lips and push them up underneath your nose, and when you offhandedly mention your lipgloss smelling like cherries he fears he might just faint.

Does it taste like cherries too? Sukuna wants nothing more than to glide his tongue over your lips and find out. To feel your lips stick to his own when he presses them into you, leaving a tacky cherry residue for him to swipe his tongue over. For you to leave a sticky red tinted trail from his mouth to his tattooed jaw. To have that pretty gloss that you carefully perfected end up smudged on the corners of your mouth, swollen red lips wrapped around his-

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening are you?”

He blinks in surprise, his eyes shooting up to meet your narrowed ones, “Huh?”

“I’ll be at work so you’ll need to let the guys in to fix the water heater,” You lean forward and annunciate each syllable with a gentle smack to his chest, “Don’t! For-get! I’m so sick of taking cold showers.”

A cold shower seems to be exactly what Sukuna needs right now.

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[nanaslutt]

on my knees begging and praying for more perv! geto🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🛐🛐🛐

Some PervyRoomate!Geto (and 1 perv Satosugu) drabbles for you :3

contains: voyeurism, stealing, fantasizing, Gojo makes an appearance, degradation, p*ssy eating, cumming untouched, restraints, masturbating, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight somno, overall creep behavior... pls be warned

note: i do not condone any of this irl :3

MDNI

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Perv!Geto who stands outside your door and jerks off to the sound of you getting your brains fucked out by your latest partner. If he closes his eyes and squeezed his fist hard enough he can almost imagine he’s the one fucking you. He’s timing his thrusts with the slaps he hears on the other side of the door to immerse himself deeper into his fantasy; and when you cum- he cums all over his hand while his other covers his mouth to prevent any moans from slipping through his lip.

Perv!Geto who steals your dirty panties, shirts, shorts--anything at all from your dirty clothes hamper and holds it up to his face to smell your scent while he jerks his cock furiously with his lip pulled between his teeth. You're just in the next room over, he can hear you giggling with Shoko at something funny she said, the sound spurring him on as he imagines you're laughing at him, at how pathetic he is for stealing your clothes to jerk off. Of course, when he cums he makes sure to make a mess all over the garment before he throws it back into your hamper. Maybe one day you would go searching through your dirty clothes and find the present he left for you and teach him a lesson for being such a perv.

Perv!Geto who sucks your fingers into his mouth while you ride him because he's been waiting for so long for this moment and he needs to taste you. Your neck, lips, thighs, hands- anything. He would gag and moan around your lithe fingers when they hit the back of his throat, jolting around in his mouth from the roughness of your thrusts on his too-sensitive cock.

Perv!Geto who sits on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, his heavy neglected cock and full balls hanging freely in the air as you grip his hair from his scalp and roughly shove his face into your cunt. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his face flushed a gorgeous crimson color as you fuck his face while degrading him, telling him how filthy and dirty he is for being such a creep to his poor unknowing roommate (you). He would cum untouched with a pathetic whine into your cunt at your mean words, as he continued to suck and flick his tongue as he brought you to orgasm.

Perv!Geto & Gojo who FaceTime late at night to talk about all the filthy things they would do to you while they jerk off together. Sometimes when you aren't home they sneak into your room and jerk each other off on your bed, working each other up as they dirty talk each other about what you would do to them if you were here. "Yeah? You like the way they stroke your cock? Huh?" Gojo would groan as he twists his hand over Geto's tip while the dark-haired man has his eyes squeezed shut, pretending its your hand. "Yeah cum inside her Gojo fuck, she wants it so badd~" Geto would whisper as Gojo came all over your nice clean pillow. The two of them constantly plotted on how they would get you in their beds.

Perv!Geto who would sneak into your room at night and jerk off to your sleeping body only clad in tiny shorts that showed half your ass and a crop top that your breasts spilled out of. He never touched you, but he would get close, seeing how far he could test the limits before his cute roomie woke up to a face full of cum. He would jerk off right over your face, his heart racing out of his chest when you stirred in your sleep, the fright making him back up as he cums hard in his hand, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to keep himself quiet.

Perv!Geto who would offer to stand behind you on the train while you wore a skimpy outfit so you didn't have to be pressed up against some olf perv. Little did you know he had the same intentions as them. He felt himself get hard as your ass bumped back agaisnt his crotch when the train ride got bumpy. He would pray for the time when you would lose your balance and almost fall so he could grab your waist in his massive hands to steady you. Your meek 'thank you Sugu' Going straight to his cock at how oblivious you were.

Perv!Geto who offered to sleep in your room to cuddle when your relationship ended. Who was he to leave you alone when you spilled the news to him with fat tears rolling down your cheeks, that made his cock twitch in his pants. He should feel bad about taking advantage of your vulnerable state right now, but how was he supposed to when your smaller frame was pressed right up against his body and his nostrils were filled with your scent from being smothered by your sheets? He wasn't able to stop himself from humping his hips into your ass when he felt your body relax agaisnt him, your breaths evening out as you slipped into dreamland while Geto used the friction of your soft ass to reach orgasm and cum hard in his pants.

Bonus: Perv!Geto who was more than happy to fuck you to back sleep when you awoke right when he released his load into his pants. Him getting off on you calling him needy while he fucked his next load into your cunt, not being able to stop himself from thinking how he wasted a perfectly good load in his boxers when he could've just woken you up and fucked it into your cunt as well :( How was he supposed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you? You did break up with your boyfriend for him after all.

[nanivinsmoke]

Rated-R

saw this art from @/yunonoai on twitter and i cannot stop thinking about it. enjoy ya freaks

roommate!Choso x F!reader

summary ~ when the movie is a little bit more than you both could handle.

warnings and tags ~ porn, mentions of drinking, fingering, oral, sexual tension, nervous choso, teasing, semi-pussyjob, facial, cream pie, degradation, rough sex, squirting, etc~

“what about this one?” you asked, holding up a dvd and showing it to the raven haired male who nodded in approval at your movie selection. popping it into the dvd player, you pressed play and got up from your position on the floor to sit next to choso on the couch.

every friday night the two of you planned to do something with each other, being that it was your only free night out of the week. with you being busy with work and school, and him being busy with work; this was the only time the two of you had for each other.

thanking him for handing you your glass of wine, you relaxed onto the couch and watched the flat screen tv in front of you as it played the movie. The movie starred your favorite actor, satoru gojo. anything he was in automatically became your favorite movie of all time and if he was shirtless, trust you’d go back to the store to get three more copies.

this time it was a romantic comedy and Gojo played the part of the funny charming crush pretty well. while your eyes were glued the to screen, choso couldn’t help but to keep glancing at you from his peripheral.

you were the most beautiful girl that stepped foot on campus, he knew it and everyone sure damn well knew it too. it was no doubt that he had such a huge crush on you. the first time you spoke to him nearly made him cream his pants right there in the study hall.

from that moment on he tried so hard to avoid you, but it’s like fate kept pushing him to you. be it work or school, he was always around you. and when you asked him to be roommates with you because rent was too high, he immediately gave you his half of the rent.

even though you two got closer, he couldn’t help but be still so shy around you. he was in love with you and you knew it too. walking around in your panties and a small shirt that made nipples stand at attention, just to tease him only made it harder for him to not want to feel your soft gummy walls.

choso didn’t care about watching the movie anymore, so he pulled out his phone and turned the volume down; scrolling on instagram to look at your page. he could look at you for hours and if he’d brush up on his art skills, his whole sketch pad would be filled with you.

you glanced over at him, blushing as you caught a glimpse of the video he watched of you. he quickly double tapped it before moving onto the next one. you turned to look at him, he was shirtless—his abs chiseled and defined. and then you took in his features. the sharpness of his jawline, the way the bags underneath his eyes brung them out and his hair that’s usually pulled into two high ponies, sat low on on his shoulders. oh how you imagine tugging on it as he sucked on your pussy like it—.

you whipped your head around towards the television, hearing loud moans and skin slapping coming from it. you had no idea that there was going to be a sex scene, a long and raunchy one at that. your eyes were glued to the screen and you only moved to place your empty glass on the table next to you.

choso had to put his phone down and when he heard the lewd noises coming from the the screen, he couldn’t look away and he couldn’t look at you either. imagining that him and you were on the screen instead, had him rock hard in his pants and he had to grab one of the couch’s pillows to hide his boner from you.

neither of you said anything, not able to look away—your minds clouded with lewd images. choso slipped one of his hands underneath the pillow and into his sweatpants, stroking his boner—the stiffness and the hardness caused him to stifle a moan. precum leaked from his thick mushroom tip the more he slowly rubbed himself to the thought of you cumming around his cock.

hearing soft moans and whimpers on the side of the couch, he turned his tired eyes towards you—blushing when he saw you clutching your boob and your thighs pressing and rubbing together. he couldn’t believe the sight, you were doing that right next to him? he couldn’t stop looking as you pinched your nipple through your t-shirt, your mouth turned in a slight frown—too aroused from watching gojo fuck the woman in the movie.

and when you finally lock eyes with him and softly moan his name, his cock nearly ripped out his pants. “please, choso~,” your voice low—a soft moan following behind. his nervousness left his body the moment he leaned up and hover over you, laying back on the couch—spreading your legs for him. he took a good look at your body, your nipples standing at attention and the wet stain on your panties made it damn near impossible for him to not cum right on the fabric.

his rough hands traced your inner thigh, sending flutters to your pussy. you grabbed his hand, making him pull your panties to the side—unable to bare the overwhelming sensation. “please touch me~” you begged and he leaned down to kiss you for the first time, his lips soft against yours. his hand rubbed up and down against your folds, covering them in your slick—causing you to whimper in between the kiss.

he back away from your addictive lips, leaning down to be eye level with your dripping cunt; his tongue meeting your clit. you gasped and clutched the side of the couch, his tongue swirling and sucking on your sensitive bud. choso had been dreaming about this moment; tasting you, slurping up your fluids to satisfy his thirst. this felt all too surreal for him, but he wasn’t going to stop. not now, not ever.

the more he tongue fucked you the more you desired to cum all over his pretty face. and when he finally pushed in his middle and ring finger, those soft moans of yours became louder; drowning out from what was still playing on the television. you manicure now tangled in his deep brown locks, pushing his head further into your slick; grinding on his face—building up your orgasm.

“you taste so good” his words vibrated against your cunt, causing your back to arch off the bed. it felt so good, you were so so close and he could feel it too. his pace quickened, dipping in and out of your walls with precision. your toes curled and the grip on his hair got tighter as you came right there on his tongue. moaning his name as you ride out your orgasm, while grinding sloppily against his face.

he still pumped his fingers inside of you and didn’t detach himself from your sensitive clit either, working on another orgasm out of you. this one more intense than the last. “oh my fuck! ch-choso~” a stream of clear fluid splashed out and onto his face, catching you both by surprise. he had made you squirt, lapping up the sweet liquid that dripped down his face. you had never squirted before, none of your exes could ever pleasure you that good.

leaning down to kiss you again, you happily accepted his tongue inside your mouth—tasting yourself. gasping when you felt something hard poke you, you pulled away and looked down to see his cock standing up through his sweatpants. ‘there’s no way…’ you knew he wasn’t going to fit inside of you either, but damn were you going to try your hardest.

a smirk etched on your face as you began to grind against his clothed cock, earning a low gasp from him. his eyes planted down on your pussy teasing his cock, your slick mixing with his precum had created a huge stain on his pants. the friction earned a moan from both of your lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your bodies.

“can i….please..?” he asked, his tone coming off more as a beg—his dark purple eyes connecting to yours while he pushed himself more onto your pussy. you nod and quickly slid your soaked panties off, throwing them to the far end of your living room, while he did the same with his sweatpants.

‘oh my fu—so big~’ you thought, eyes widening at the sight of his cock. it was so pretty too, couldn’t stop yourself from staring at it. his tip was so pink and had so much pre-cum pooling out of it and from his tip to base he had vein running from it and he was neatly trimmed. you could feel yourself getting even more wetter the more you stared at it, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

getting closer to you again, his angled his cock at your little entrance before he paused and looked at you. “do we need cond—shit, y/n~” he moaned breathlessly as you pushed yourself down onto his girth, answering his question before he could even get it out. “i want to feel all of you cho~,” a whimper leaving your mouth as he began to fill you up.

he thumbed your clit and held your other leg up, easing the pressure as he pushed in you. when all of him was finally inside, he didn’t move and allowed you to get used to his size. the feeling of you clenching around him made him slowly move his hips, stroking in and out of your tight little cunt.

he was so so so fat—he was stretching you out with each stroke with his tip brushing over your spot, clit throbbing as a result. oh you knew you made the right decision when you asked him to be your roommate. choso moved slow, but hit all of the right spots—not wanting to hurt you. “choso, you could be rough with me….i can take it,~” he looked at you wide eyes, hesitant to do anything further until you gave your nod of approval.

all the air was sucked from your lungs when he slammed his hips into yours, his tip making out with your cervix. this is exactly what you wanted, to be fucked like a whore. he grabbed you by the hair, making you watch as he begun to tear your pussy in half, stretching you completely. “look at how good you’re fucking taking me. cunt’s so fucking wet.”

nothing played on the tv, but all that was on your mind was cumming for you roommate and have your belly full of his cum. balls slapping your cunt hard, cream coating his dick with each stroke and his hands now at your throat, fucking you so hard into the soft burgandy couch cushions.

“you love this shit, don’t you? mhm—I knew you were a slut, teasing me with those little ass panties. fuck, gonna let me breed this cunt?” his hand was still wrapped around your throat, only allowing you to nod. he strokes became faster and harder, your little cunt would be sore the next day. he let out a loud groan, his load panting your walls in long thick ropes.

he knew you were going to cum that way you were squeezing and milking his cock as he came. “hold it. don’t cum, yet” you whined as he pulled out of you, halting your orgasm. He sat back on the couch and pulled you on top of him, entering you with ease and pushing your head down as he proceeded to pound the shit out of you.

choso jackhammered you like his life depended on it, grunting in your ear while you moaned softly into his. the sounds of your slick made it harder for him to not bust inside of you again, not before he made you cum again. “daddy, please don’t stop—pound me harder!” hearing the name you called him made his dick twitch, he held your waist and slapped your ass as he pounded you harder.

you couldn’t hold it anymore. his cock became drenched when you squirted, wetting up the couch cushions underneath you. pulling you off of him in a swift motion, he got up and began jerking himself off in front of your face—spurting out thick white loads, covering your pretty face completely.

a wave of nervousness fell over him again and he quickly began apologizing for cumming too much on your face, but when he saw your finger glide on your face and dip into your mouth; he calmed down. a smirk etched into your face as you continued to lick the load off your face.

“mhm, we need to do more movie nights. especially if it’s going to end like this~”

[auclairedetoru]

More of this.

"y/n ?”

Sukuna calls out for his roommate. They're currently lounging in the living room, each one doing their own thing. This is typical for them, especially after dinner since they both eat earlier than most people. One would be watching something on TV and the other would be reading or on their phone, occasionally talking but for the most part they sit in comfortable silence.

“Yes, Kuna?”

He holds back from grinning at the new nickname she gave him. Surprisingly, no one in Sukuna's life has ever called him that, but he quite likes it, especially since it came from her.

“Gojo's hosting a party at his and Suguru's place and they're inviting you. Do you wanna go together?”

She didn't hesitate to agree but warned him that it's her first time going to a college party and she might cling to him the whole time they're there because she's probably not going to know a lot of people. He promises her that he will not separate from her and that she'll have a great time, and he offers her solutions for when she gets overwhelmed, which she appreciates greatly.

Sukuna's excited for her to be at the party. He'll get to show her off, have fun with her and his friends, and most importantly, protect her from any unwanted attention. He wants to show that he's strong and capable of protecting her when needed. For what reason? Well, he hasn't figured that part out yet, but he knows for sure that he wants to do that.

Yeah... He definitely doesn't know the reason.

Things are not going as planned for Sukuna... For the most part anyways.

His roommate is having a blast. Satoru and Suguru are amazing hosts because they provided everything for her to be comfortable. Satoru offered her his room in case it all got too much for her and she needs a break, Suguru went out and got her non-alcoholic drinks in the middle of the party because she told him she doesn't drink. All three of them are trying their best to include her in conversations and games so she wouldn't feel pushed aside.

Thankfully, all their efforts are working. She has told them she's having a lot of fun multiple times. No one has bothered her yet, something Sukuna didn't expect because she gets hit on every time they're out together, and don't get him started on the amount of men that approach her at the gym asking for her number.

What he also didn't expect was for him to be hit on. It never usually happens, people are way too intimidated by him. The only time he gets flirted with is at a bar when they're both drunk. But this time, it's different.

If he's honest, he's getting quite annoyed. This girl wouldn't leave him alone. He's been trying to reject her gently all night long, but she seems to not understand what he's trying to say.

At first, she sent her friend who asked him if he was single, he gave them a simple "yes and not looking." answer before going back to playing beer pong.

Then, she approached him herself, talking about "sorry about my friend haha, they're crazy!". He knows that it's all bullshit, he saw them talking to each other in the corner of the room before each one talked to him. He sent her a forced smile and didn't say a word to her but she still wouldn't leave him alone.

And even now, as he sits in a circle with some of the people at the party playing an intense game of Uno, in which she is not participating, she's still trying to squeeze between him and the person to his right, telling him what cards to play and acting like they're a team against everyone else.

He doesn't want to be mean or rude and snap at her, people are just figuring out that he's not an asshole like his looks might give off, but god is it hard to hold back. He wants to tell her to fuck off and that he's not - and will not be - interested in her, but he can't and it's making him even more annoyed.

Y/n on his left has started noticing his annoyed huffs and how he's scooting closer and closer to her every time she hears that girl talk. One quick glance at his face and body language told her everything she needs to know.

Oh how the turn tables... Or whatever the saying is, because Sukuna's plans are about to flip around.

“hey, girl in the sequin top,” y/n calls out just as her turn started, making everyone look at her and the girl breathing down his neck, “can't you get a hint? You're clearly making him uncomfortable.”

The girl huffs and looks y/n up and down, as if she's trying to intimidate her but clearly it didn't work, “who are you to say whether he's uncomfortable or not? He can speak for himself, right Suki?” her voice becomes sickly sweet at the end, almost squeaking in his ear. He wants to vomit at that ugly nickname coming out of her mouth. He doesn't like it, in fact, it's the worst thing he has ever been called, and people have called him way worse offensive things.

He's about to speak up, but y/n quickly (and without realising) interprets him, “Are you dumb on purpose? He's about to sit on my lap trying to get away from you,” she mentions to the nonexisting empty space between them, “you're annoying everyone, leave before you embarrass yourself further.”

The girl scoffs and rises to her feet, her gaze sharpens with a glare as she places a hand on her hip, “if you're looking for a fight then bring it on now!” she declares, her voice laced with almost too much confidence.

Without any hesitation, y/n shrugs off her jacket and rises to her full height. It's clear as day who would win if things got physical. Sequin top girl is shorter than her, even in heels, and it’s obvious that y/n has spent far more time with a punching bag than she ever has.

Y/n raises an eyebrow as the girl swallows hard, her eyes flickering up to meet hers. The shift in her demeanor is unmistakable, her confidence replaced with intimidation. “you're gonna leave now or what?” y/n asks, her tone steady and unbothered.

With a huff, sequin top girl grabs her friend and disappears between the crowd of people, hopefully leaving the house entirely. Y/n sits back down and puts on her jacket, ignoring how everyone is staring at her so her cheeks wouldn't burn any further. Her heart is hammering against her chest, not being used to confrontation, but she is proud to stand up for her roommate.

She quickly plays her turn and thankfully everyone in the circle understood that she doesn't want to keep the attention on what happened and continued the game. She can feel Sukuna staring at her, so she turns to him, hoping he won't notice how flustered she feels, “what are you staring at?”

Sukuna knows that she's not the type to do what she did, she doesn't even like correcting the servers when they get her order wrong, but she stepped out of her comfort zone to defend him when he couldn't do it for himself. He's feeling something in his heart, something he can't describe, but he doesn't hate the feeling, it's nice actually, like a warm blanket wrapped around him on a cold night.

He planned on protecting her, on turning away anyone who would ruin her night, but instead she protected him and stood up for him. If he was lying down his feet would be kicking.

“that was kinda hot.”

“shut up,” she mumbles and looks away from him and towards the ongoing game, clearly too shy to accept his teasing compliment. He chuckles and does the same, not wanting to fluster her more than she's clearly feeling.

One day, he'll return the favour.

Something quick for roomie!sukuna 🤭

[seeingivy]

3:45 am

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

an: I can't find the request, but someone asked for a sukuna version of the 3:45 am chapter of roommate eren! here it is <3

“why do you have such a shit face?” 

you look up from your computer to find sukuna lingering by the door – fidgeting with the buttons of his collar and the end of his tie – as he spares you an irritated glance. it’s one that you return right back, before hunching back over the table and focusing back in on the lab report you were writing. 

“i’m talking to you.” 

sukuna shuffles over to your side, before crouching down till your faces are side by side, the breaths coming out of his nose tickling the bare skin on your shoulder. 

“i have such a shit face because i looked at you.” you mumble. 

sukuna sucks in a breath, almost like he’s trying hard to conceal his laughter, before he pulls closer, leaning his chin on your collarbone. the proximity makes it hard to ignore the sweet smell of his shampoo, which only gets worse when it’s accompanied by the sharp scent of his cologne. 

“is that any way…to repay my kindness?” sukuna questions. 

you roll your eyes, lightly jolting your shoulder up to get him to stop leaning on you. and he takes the hint just as much, as he draws up the chair at your side and pulls closer to see the molecules that you’re constructing on your computer. 

“you know, when you said you were going to do this favor for me, i wasn’t exactly expecting that you were going to hold it over my head this way.” 

ryomen sukuna was just an acquaintance – who happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time – and then he wasn’t. 

it’s because he has a moral compass. or because really, he feels guilty for not telling you earlier – especially when he’s seen other friends of his in the same position as you. so when he found you down on your luck – getting cheated on by your boyfriend, who you lived with, by your best friend of all people – he offered you the extra room that he had in his apartment. 

i’m lots of things, but i’m not a sadist. that’s what he said when you snuck out in the middle of the night, all of your things packed into a box that you subsequently emptied out into the free room that he offered. he had hell to pay from your ex-boyfriend the next day, the two of them jostling it out on the basketball court, before they both got reprimanded by the coach and decided to keep their distance 

sukuna isn’t a bad roommate. he isn’t exactly a good roommate per say either. because the sweet kindness that he offered you wore off around the second day and you realized that really – he was one of the most irritating people that’s every walked the surface of this earth. 

he brought over girls – tons of them. and when you asked him to keep it down, just so you could get some assignments done or study for an exam, he’d make it a point to bring multiple girls over – just to see the irritated expression on your face. 

he’d make up for it of course. because what he lacked in face-forward politeness, he made up for with his quiet gestures. like making you breakfast the morning of said exam – set with a matcha latte that he learned how to make special for you, because you don’t like the taste of coffee. or whenever he found you crying, he’d always let you rant it out – but not without giving you a few insults about how you had no standards here and there. 

“i think it’s dumb as fuck that you aren’t going tonight.” sukuna says. 

you slam the enter key on your computer. 

“your opinion has been noted.” you respond. 

“then come.” he grates. 

athletes at the university get to attend a formal at the end of each semester. it’s a nice dinner, accompanied with a horrible DJ, and a weird mix of sentimental speeches.

really, it was actually your idea of fun. only because it always felt nice to go to events like this. it was one of the few excuses you had to use the pretty dresses that you had in your closet, actually blow out your hair to make it look nice, and use the pretty glitters that your sister had given you for your birthday last year. 

and even more than that, it always felt nice to be shown off. because you’d meet tons of people who had heard all about you – the coach, the athletic trainers – who’d all give you sweet comments about how you were far too good for your boyfriend, who would then make some silly comment about how he never knew how he got you to talk to him in the first place. 

sukuna offered to accompany you. and also promised that he’d sneak some kind of contraband in so that the two of you could actually have fun – but it was something you denied. you denied most of the offers that he made that were similar to this, even though he was quite persistent, only because you knew that it wasn’t the right time. 

for better lack of words, you felt like a kicked dog. and you needed time to recover – before you could see your old best friends, or your ex-boyfriend, or really anyone outside the three circle rotation of people that you were able to tolerate. 

“i won’t have fun. and i don’t want to be a downer on the one night that’s supposed to be for you.” you respond. 

“well, you’re always a downer. so it won’t exactly make a difference.” sukuna responds. 

“thanks. that really makes me feel better, sukuna.” 

“i live to serve.” he responds, before bracing his hands against the table and pushing off. 

he spares you one last glance before stopping at the mirror near door, toussling with his hair and the piercings hanging from his ears. it’s a passing thought that you immediately banish – that panging in your chest at the thought of sukuna enjoying the night with a lanky girl on his arm. 

“you know, if you stare for any longer, you’re going to fall in.” you respond. 

“hilarious.” he deadpans. 

“who are you going with? i’ll have to make a phone call and let her know that she’s just going to have to find her own ride.” 

“no one.” 

you feign shock, pressing one of your hands to your chest – and really, trying to hide the secret delight that you’re reveling in. 

“wow. did hell freeze over?” 

“just didn’t feel like it. this type of shit is always kind of boring.” sukuna responds. 

you shrug. 

“i don’t know. i always thought it was kind of fun.” 

sukuna turns around, sparing you one last glance. 

“you know, i do recall that you would stand in the corner and talk to the moms all night. that sounds like my personal nightmare.” 

you smile. 

“well, that’s just because the moms don’t really like you. i however get along with them quite well.” 

sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“i’m sure that’s true. i’ll see you, okay? don’t sleep too late.” 

you give him a sly look. 

“worried about me?” 

“no, you just look ugly with eye bags.” 

--

you do not take sukuna’s advice. instead, you finish up your lab report and open a bottle of pink wine – to accompany you in your endeavors to watch ten things i hate about you. 

and it goes considerably well – until you hear a slamming pounding on your door at 3:45 am. you reach for the closest jacket, one of sukuna’s hoodies, before pulling it over your shorts and peeking out of the peephole. 

you swing the door open. 

“right. hi.” 

you pause. 

“megumi, right?” 

“yeah. just bringing sukuna back. he’s plastered.” 

you look down to where he’s gesturing to find sukuna slumped against the wall, offering you a half hearted smile from his bloodied nose. 

“right. well, thanks for bringing him back. what happened to his face?” 

“same as last time.” 

you roll your eyes, as megumi drags sukuna up by the arms. he stumbles in the air, leaning his weight against you, as you shoot megumi one last smile before slamming the door shut. 

the sweet smell of his shampoo and cologne is gone all together – now replaced with the mix of metallic blood, sweat, and the faintest smell of beer. 

“sit down, sukuna. i’m going to clean you up.” you mumble, trying to stabilize him in the air to stand by himself. 

“y/n?” he asks, before stumbling in the air. 

you reach forward, trying to brace his fall as he looks down at you – suddenly somewhat awake as his face breaks out into a small smile. he reaches forward, bringing one of his bloodied knuckles to cup the side of your face. 

“y/n.” he whispers. 

you swallow the block in your throat in your stomach. 

“don’t try to sweet talk me. i’m mad at you.” you respond, dragging him towards the center before leaning him against the kitchen counter. 

you reach down to the bottom of the sink, setting a glass of water aside and pulling out the little box of first aid that you had put together once you got here and put it at his side. you open up the neatly organized compartments, pulling out the gauze and the alcohol wipes, before turning back to him. 

“don’t be mad, princess.” he mumbles. 

you feel your cheeks burn. 

“don’t call me that.” 

“isn’t that what you are? my little brat?” 

you scoff. 

“are you trying to insult me?” you ask, reaching for his left hand first and swiping the area clean. 

“you have no…no idea what i think about you.” 

you reach for the wrappings, tucking them in against the callousness of his hands, as he looks down, locking his fingers in with yours. and then he leans forward, snaking one of his hands around your neck. 

you quickly shuffle yourself out of his embrace, before lightly pushing him back. he seems to take the cue, before you lean forward again, slightly hesitant this time, as you wipe the area around his nose. 

“why’d you fight with him this time?” 

sukuna scrunches his face up – irritated at the mention of the past few hours. 

“nothing he didn’t fucking deserve.” 

“right. last time, he missed a three pointer and you socked him in the face. so let me guess, he was two hours late today and you just got carried away?” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“he was running his mouth.” 

your curiosity has piqued. 

“about?” 

“you.” sukuna slurs. 

you smile. 

“so glad to see you had sound judgment tonight, sukuna.” you respond, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

sukuna leans forward, his lips a little too dangerously close as he rests his hands at the sides of your waist. 

“he brought that stupid bitch with him.” 

“sukuna.” you warn. 

“he brought. that stupid bitch with him. and he had the nerve to stand there and talk shit about you.” sukuna responds. 

you reach for the glass and place it in his hands, offering him a smile. 

“just drink the water to sober up a little bit. it’s late.” 

sukuna gives you a glare, as you let go of the glass, only for him to spill the entirety of it on you with his shaky hands. he barely registers that he did it – and you suppose that it’s really your fault for trusting him to hold the glass on his own – as you swing your arm around his torso and lead him towards his room. 

he flops onto the bed as you rummage through his drawers, pulling out a pair of pants and shirt for him as you turn back around. 

“sukuna. get up and change and you can sleep all you want.” you coax. 

he responds with an unintelligible noise – further muffled by the fact that he’s face down on the bed – as you reach for one of his arms and pull. he somewhat works with you, sitting up as he wobbles, and reaches for the tie around his neck and tosses it aside. 

his first struggle comes with the buttons. because he can’t seem to coordinate his fingers well enough to push the buttons through the holes – and obviously, with the short temper he has, gives up in all but three seconds. 

“help.” 

you roll your eyes as he stands up, leaning against you as you reach forward, and slowly unbutton down the length of the shirt. 

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” sukuna whispers. 

you ignore the comment as you pull the shirt down the length of his arms – exposing the tattoos that you’ve always wondered about, that peek out of the sleeves of his shirt or neck. you hand him the shirt, which he tosses aside. 

“too hot.” 

“okay, well. just put the pants on and then i’ll leave. i’ll turn around.” you respond. 

you turn around, twisting the rings on your fingers as you wait for him to finish, only to me met what could possibly be your worst nightmare. 

“y/n. wait, fuck. you have to help.” he whines. 

you turn around to look at him, only to find that he’s still wearing his pants. 

“what?” 

“the button. i can’t…” 

you feel your throat dry. 

“sukuna. i can’t…take your pants off for you. just try harder.” 

“just fucking help me.” 

you shake off the nervousness, as you bend down on your knees, trying to squint through the dark light to find the button. except before you can fully do it, sukuna reaches for your biceps and somewhat harshly pulls you up. 

“wh-” 

you look up to find him swallowing hard, before he talks. 

“it’s like you’re trying to make this difficult for me. don’t get on your fucking knees to do it.” sukuna responds. 

“how else am i supposed to see it?” 

sukuna doesn’t respond, as you shake your head and feel down the length of his pants, before you find the button. and surely enough, it’s hard to push but you get it after a second try, and turn around as sukuna switches the pants he’s wearing. 

and you almost make your sweet escape before he tangles his fingers around your wrist and pulls back. his fingers are fast on your waist as he turns you around, somewhat toppling your balance so you’re leaning against his chest – and stuck in his embrace. 

“stay.” he whispers.  

“you are so fucking drunk, sukuna.” 

“stay, please. i don’t want to sleep without you.” 

you shake your head. 

“my hoodie is wet. i have to change.” 

sukuna shakes his head. 

“are you wearing anything underneath? you know i wouldn’t mind either way.” sukuna whispers. 

“a tank top, but really. i have to go back to –” 

sukuna’s fingers are fast – since he apparently has enough coordination to help you with this – as he pulls it over your head, before setting his hands back around your waist. the way he’s looking down at you, eyes wide, makes you shiver as he leans forward, and presses his fingers against your collarbone. 

“you have a tattoo.” sukuna whispers. 

you laugh. 

“so do you.” 

and it makes your skin shiver, when sukuna snakes his hands underneath your shirt, leaning forward to press his lips against the inked skin on your shoulder, unable to contain your surprise. the tufts of his hair tickle your neck as you lean back, placing your hands on the sides of his face. 

“you’re drunk.” 

sukuna pauses. 

“is that the only reason you’re saying no?” 

you shake your head. 

“go to bed. you don’t even know what you’re fuckking saying right now.” 

“just stay with me.” 

sukuna releases his grasp, instead reaching for both of your hands and squeezing at your fingers. 

“please. don’t leave me alone.” 

“okay, okay. let’s just go sleep. we’ll talk in the morning.” 

--

you wake up to the most haunting sight known to man – sukuna hovering over you. 

“jesus fuck.” 

sukuna laughs as you press your palms into the sockets of your eyes, pushing as hard as can as you very quickly remember the events of last night – of the shivering feeling of sukuna’s lips on your neck and the horribly embarrassing moan you let out when he did. 

“oh god.” 

you open your eyes to find sukuna still hovering – an almost too excited grin painted on his face – his silver necklace hanging in the air.

“give me permission this time.” sukuna states. 

you widen your eyes. 

“i beg your pardon?” 

sukuna snakes one of his fingers under your waist, using the other to trace the outline of your tattoo again, as he leans closer to you, the distance dangerously close considering the events of last night. 

“give me permission.” sukuna asks. 

“you…” 

sukuna rolls his eyes, before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“if it wasn’t clear, i think about you very often. irritatingly enough, i’m actually very fond of you. so much so, that i turned down that fucking barista from the coffee shop last night and went to that fucking party by myself..” 

“marie?” 

“is that her name?” sukuna asks. 

you bite down on your cheek. 

“i also gave someone a beating for you and got suspended from playing for two weeks, so just give me fucking permission now.” 

“you got what?” 

sukuna leans down, resting his chin against your bicep, as he eyes you again, before pressing a kiss to the skin. 

“give me permission.” 

“you’ve already kissed me twice.” 

sukuna shakes his head. 

“cmon. i need to hear it.” 

you shake your head, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that your heart is pounding in your chest as you look down at him, brown eyes peering into yours 

“um. okay? ….yes. or yeah, whatever, i –” 

all you hear is an excited chuckle before his lips are against yours, hands almost rough around your neck as he pulls you up, till your straddling him in his lap, hands secured around his neck. and you can tell that he’s enjoying himself far too much – from the way he smiles into the kiss, before pressing three, four, and five kisses to your cheek. 

you fight the urge to smile at him fully as you lean forward, cupping his face in your hands and eyeing the cut across the bridge of his nose. 

“have i repaid your kindness yet?” you murmur. 

sukuna pauses, before leaning in. 

“no, i think i need a little bit more.”

--

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INTRODUCING…

megumi’s friends / roommates (gone wrong)

COOL WITH YOU 💽

EXTRA ! » they’re all in college and share a large dorm

» majors: yuta - biology, inumaki - business, Megumi - computer science, yuji - architecture

» oldest to youngest: yuta - 21, inumaki - 21 (acts 2), Megumi - 20, Yuji - 20

» yuji and toge are major newjeans fans

» toge’s fav song is: OMG

» yuji’s fav song is: ETA

» megumi secretly has a no face youtube channel with 13k subscribers where he does guitar music covers

» they take turns each month paying for the disney+

» yuta is the only reason they haven’t gotten kicked out of their dorm

NOTES ! do u guys like the manga coloring i did ^_^

©megumislovedoll all rights reserved. do not translate, repost on other platforms, modify, or copy.

[theorphicangel]

if there was one thing you hated, it was your roommate. Sukuna.

ever since you moved in it seemed that your roommate has had a vendetta against you. whether it was setting up the shower's temperature to be freezing cold when it was your turn or eating your leftovers or letting his dishes pile up in the sink or leave his laundry lying around, you knew one thing and one thing only.

you hated him.

so much so that you wouldn't even speak to him. whenever the two of you were in the kitchen for breakfast, the atmosphere would be dead silent. only the clinking of cutlery and the scraping of chairs could be heard, the two of you preferring to mindlessly scroll on social media rather than speak to each other.

you didn't really speak to sukuna unless necessary and it was the same vice versa.

until a random weekend came by and a little visitor came knocking on your door.

knock, knock.

'come in-'

your bedroom door is pushed open but hestantly at first almost as if the person outside is struggling.

expecting to see a figure, you're stunned when no one enters. you were sure to hear a knock and panic surges through your body at the idea of an intruder in your flat.

you're ready to hide until you glance down.

oh.

'sorry i thought this was the bathroom-'

a little boy, no older than what seems to be six years old is at your door. you've never seen him in his life but there's certain hints which help you figure out who he might be known to. that familiar pink hair and chubby cheeks help guide your guess that he's related to your one and only roommate.

'oh...' you lean back and swivel in your chair. you turn away from your open laptop and abandon your university work to give your full attention to the boy.

'sorry' the boy blushes, ready to head out. 'I'll leave-'

'are you sukuna's brother?' you interruption.

the boy shakes his head, his face getting redder by the second. 'he's my uncle.'

you nod silently. righttttt, that should make sense.

an awkward silence filled between the two of you. you're hesitant on what to say as the boy stands nervously in your room.

' he doesn't like you very much' he announces aloud.

you bite back a choke.

'how come?' you bite back any spite in your voice. it's not his fault, i mean, it doesn't take a genius to work out that you're not Sukuna's favourite person.

'my uncle says you stink and don't clean up after yourself.'

'maybe your uncle should have thought twice before putting up an advert for a roommate, he doesn't seem to get along with anyone.'

'he doesn't. he argues with my dad a lot.' the boy agrees.

'i bet.' you reply 'and he is the one that stinks not me. Have you smelt him after he goes to the gym, ugh' you fan a hand from your nose, implying a nasty smell.

Yuji laughs, dimples appearing on each corner of his cheek. It's hard to believe that the two were related. How could anything that shares Sukuna's blood be so sweet and cute.

'yuji!' a voice calls out. a voice you are all too familiar with.

ah, so that was his name.

'what did I tell you about going into other people's rooms without ask-' sukuna's voice comes to a halt once he realises you're also present.

'oh. you're home.'

'i am.'

Sukuna clears his throat at the low tone you address towards him. he introduces the little boy. 'this is yuji, my nephew.'

'nice to meet you, yuji' you smile. the boy smiles back with a light blush coming across his cheeks adding a shy wave.

soon enough an awkward silence appears between the three of you. sukuna and yuji stood awkwardly. it's not long before yuji decides to break the silence.

'wanna play uno with me?'

you and sukuna answer at the same time.

'no she doesn't'

'of course.'

Sukuna scowls, 'I'm making dinner for you, you brat so you can't play.'

'we can play whilst you cook for us.' you chime in.

Sukuna throws a glare straight at you. now you've gotten yuji's hopes up as his face lights up with excitement. 'us? there is no us? you little-'

'let's go Yuji,' you outstretch your hand as you stand. 'we can't let uncle sukuna play because he cheats and hides the cards in his bum'

'I do no-'

'do too!' you exclaim as yuji giggles loudly. you wink as you walk past grabbing Yuji's little hand.

you - 1

sukuna - nil

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

pervy roommate!gojo, who was feeling extra bold one time and found himself standing at your door, watching your sleeping form. chest slowly rising and falling and soft breaths leaving your pretty lips. he's already half-hard by just looking at you.

he takes a slow daring step forward and waits for a reaction. but nothing. your eyes stay shut and only another soft sigh leaves your lips. he takes a couple of more steps until he's stood right beside you. god, you look adorable.

kneeling down, he's almost eye level with you. he takes another good long look at your face. so cute. plump lips slightly parted, you look like the dream you're having is good. he'll make it even better. he lets his eyes wander down your jaw, to your neck and to your barely covered chest. the small top you're wearing is not doing a good job at hiding what's underneath and he feels himself getting harder.

the blanket over you is only covering exactly half of your hip and one of your legs while the other leg is completely out. his gaze wanders further and your choice of sleepwear captivates him. he takes a quick glance at your relaxed face. could these shorts be any smaller? if you were to part your legs a little more, he could probably see you.

leaning back towards your covered cunt and he takes a sniff. closing his eyes, he muffles a groan. fuck. his hand seems to have a mind of its own, moving down his body, slipping under his sweats and finally giving his cock the very needed attention it deserves. he's rock hard and leaking pre-cum. the wet patch on his grey sweats proof of his desperation. giving it a firm stroke, his eyes roll back into his head. he needs to do something.

so he ever so gently trails his free hand from your thighs to your warm pussy. feeling the slight heat of it, he muffles another groan. he guides his fingers over it and towards your chest, pushing your top up as much as he can. the sight of your soft tummy makes his dick throb in his hand. a wave of goosebumps washes over your body, making you stir and him still. eyes wide, he waits for you to open yours. even though the thought of you catching him in this act is arousing on its own, he wants this to last a little longer.

after taking a second to make sure you're still in your dreamland, he drags his fingers from your stomach, over your top and to your breasts. the sound of his hand moving up and down on his pre-cum covered dick fills the room and he doesn't know if he's ever been this excited before. his slender finger circles your nipple and he watches it harden under his very eyes.

leaning closer once more, he presses his lips around your nipple through the top and a shaky breath escaping your mouth draws his attention. the way your lips part gives him a glorious idea.

quietly standing up, he pulls his sweats just down to his thighs, just under his balls and lets his dick spring up against his navel. he gives it another stroke before bending his knees and lowering it to your sleeping face. when his sensitive tip touches your soft parted lips, he's unable to contain the smallest whimper. he wishes he had his phone because the sight in front of him is quite literally the hottest thing in the world and he knows he will never get enough of you now.

he only manages to push an inch of his cock into your mouth before he feels his climax approaching at an alarming rate. quickly pulling out, he gives it a couple of fast and hard strokes and then he's already spilling his seed onto his palm with a shudder. his eyes remain on your face and now he really hopes you would wake up so he could make you clean him up. he takes some of his cum between his fingers and smears just the smallest amount on your lips. he spreads it around and then gently pushes it inside your warm mouth with his two fingers. his own mouth hangs open as he's trying to catch his breath but when your lips close around his fingers on it's own accord, his dick twitches again. he knows he's really pushing it now and you're bound to wake if he keeps fucking around, so he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and places himself back into his sweats. we'll continue this some other night.

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Sabotaged My Date”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: yandere(ish)!Sukuna, fluff but he’s kinda very toxic, stalking, fem implied reader (wearing a dress and heels), brief mention of a bomb (there aren’t any bombs present), narration is from Sukuna’s POV

Word Count: 1.78k

Series Masterlist - My Full Masterlist

Whoever decided this dingy shithole is a decent place to take you on a date should be fucking shot.

Maybe it was wrong of Sukuna to eavesdrop on your private conversation this morning, but in his defense you were talking on the phone loud as hell in the middle of the living room. Should’ve been quieter when you were telling your friend about the date you had planned for tonight.

And maybe it’s weird that Sukuna secretly followed you here to keep an eye on you, but it’s not like he has nefarious intentions. He’s heard of this place and one, it’s fucking gross, and two, it’s got one hell of a reputation to say the least. Definitely the kind of place for someone to get murdered, he’s just watching out for your safety!

Oh christs sake, who is he fooling? No, he followed you here because he’ll be damned if you get a boyfriend.

He feels like a creep, sitting at the bar behind your table in a black hoodie and an old baseball cap, eyes fixed on the back of your head. The guy sitting across from you is so bland, yet for some reason you’re still giggling and twirling your hair around your finger as if you don’t know that you can do so much better.

There was no need for you to doll yourself up for this fuckin’ loser; you’ve got on a pretty red dress and stiletto heels, probably anticipating him to take you somewhere nice, decent, at least. But he brought you to some run down shithole restaurant that hasn’t been renovated since the 70’s and is definitely bearing several health code violations. It’s honestly embarrassing, Sukuna would take you somewhere so much nicer than this, he knows what you deserve.

He’s been sitting at the bar sipping on his drink for the last half hour, watching the way you prop your elbow onto the table, cross your legs in your seat, tap your heel against the leg of your chair, listening to you laugh and chat about your job. Meanwhile, mister nobody in front of you is chewing with his mouth open like some kind of ape, not realizing how much of a privilege he has by being able to treat you to dinner. Un-fucking-believable.

Finally the moment he’s been waiting for happens. Bland And Boring stands up from his seat and leaves you at the table to go use the restroom, so now it’s time for Sukuna to get this fool away from you. His eyes follow the man as he walks past the bar, not even trying to be discreet. He gives Sukuna a quick glance and nods his head politely, making his way towards the bathrooms near the front of the restaurant.

There’s no time to waste.

Sukuna stands from his seat at the bar, trailing behind your date and following him into the bathroom. As the door clicks shut behind him he realizes that it’s just the two of them. Perfect, no interruptions.

He walks up behind the man, watching him through the large mirror above the sinks. Now that he’s up close he can really see how pathetic this guy is, nervously looking up towards Sukuna as he absolutely towers above him, his stature menacing and the look in his eyes bordering on deadly.

“D-do you need some-”

“You should leave.” Your date jumps at the sound of Sukuna’s voice; dark, deep, and serious.

“Um… why?” His eyes flicker around the room, definitely praying to whatever god he believes in to come save him.

Sukuna is surprised he isn’t immediately obeying. Has he grown soft? Surely not, this guy just needs a little extra push.

So Sukuna says the first thing that comes into mind.

“I have a bomb.”

Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but god damn does it do the trick. The guy looks like he’s about to fucking piss himself, eyes widening in terror as he quickly nods his head and runs out of the restaurant.

Sukuna keeps a keen eye on him through the windows, watching him nearly leap into his car and hearing the tires screech as he speeds out of the parking lot. It seems you also had an eye on your date, your jaw nearly dropping to the floor as you assumed that he just ditched you with the bill.

Now’s his time to shine.

He stuffs his hat into the front pocket of his hoodie and strides up behind you to your table, bending down to be eye level with you in the booth and putting on his best mildly surprised and kind of amused expression, “Well look at that.”

“Ugh, god.” You bury your face into your hands, “And here I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.”

He can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. It is his fault you’re in this situation, but I mean come on, that guy was no good for you anyway. “You sample the whole fuckin’ menu or something?”

You groan and roll your eyes, perfect, you took the bait, “I just got dine and dashed, asshole.”

Sukuna lets out a laugh as he flops down into the seat across from you, god if only you knew. A man would have to be a real idiot to stand you up, but he has to try and keep his act together, “Yeah? Guys are fuckin’ assholes, surprise.”

The pout on your face is too sweet, makes it hard for him to really feel bad, “I was really liking him too.”

Oh, he definitely doesn’t feel bad now. He pulls his card out of his wallet as the waitress approaches the table, handing it off to her nonchalantly as he continues the conversation, “Don’t know why you bother going on dates with these guys.”

You try to interject the waitress but she walks away before you can stop her, a defeated frown pulling down your lips, “What are you doing here anyway?”

He plops his elbow onto the table, shrugging his shoulders casually, “What? Am I not allowed to go to my favorite shitty restaurant?”

You perk up slightly, “Right? I saw a roach on the way in, I can’t believe he recommended this place.”

The waitress comes back and hands Sukuna his card, he quickly scribbles his signature on the receipt and stands from his seat at the booth, “Let’s get you out of here before you get ringworm or some shit, nasty fuckin’ place.”

Finally a smile creeps onto your face, lighting up the dreary atmosphere. You adjust your dress as you stand up and he can’t help but smirk at how good you look all dolled up, dark red dress hugging your figure as if you wore it for him. He leads you out of the restaurant, making sure to hold the door open for you since he noticed that your loser date let it slam in your face on your way in.

Droplets of rain were starting to sprinkle down, which is pretty unlucky considering it’s a ten minute walk back to the apartment. But that’s not a problem for Sukuna, if anything it’s a perfect opportunity. He catches the frown curling down your pouty lips as you fix your fingers through your nicely styled hair, probably trying to keep it from getting messed up, and without missing a beat he pulls his hoodie off, sliding it over your head and down your arms.

“I’m sure you spent hours dolling yourself up, would hate to ruin it.” His voice is smooth as butter, leaning down to eye level with you as he adjusts the hood to make sure your hair is covered.

A blush creeps onto your face, mumbling a quiet “Thank you” as you pull your arms through the sleeves. It honestly looks like you’re drowning in his massive hoodie, the sleeves too long for your arms that your fingers can’t even peek out and the hem at the bottom falling at your upper thighs.

Sukuna thought you looked good in that red dress, but god damn you look heavenly wearing his clothes. Why didn’t he do this sooner?

You both start to walk down the sidewalk to the apartment, the evening is quiet save for the muffled sounds of music and chatter coming from the bars and restaurants that you pass by. You’re walking right up against his side, your arm occasionally brushing against his and he can’t help but wonder if you’re getting closer on purpose.

Sukuna breaks the peaceful silence, “So was the food good at least?”

You look up towards him quizzically, squinting your eyes in a way that’s too fucking cute for him to handle, “Shouldn’t you be the expert?”

“Why t’fuck would I know? Never been there.”

“I thought that was your favorite shitty restaurant?”

Oops.

He got way too distracted looking into your pretty eyes. Lucky for him, he didn’t need to come up with an excuse to cover him because a loud snap rings through the air as you stumble forward. His arm quickly wraps around your waist to steady you before you can fall, holding you flush against him.

You look down at your feet and let out a loud groan of frustration, “Fucks sake, really?” You lift your foot up to inspect your shoe, your stiletto heel barely dangling by a thread as it snapped off from the sole.

Sukuna didn’t mean to laugh, but there was no containing it. You look up at him with an adorable angry face, cheeks burning red as you curse him out and it only makes him smile more. You’re just too damn cute when you’re pissed off.

“It’s not funny! These were expensive!”

“Yeah yeah, c’mere.” His arm stays wrapped around your waist as he leans down and hooks his other arm behind your knees, lifting you off the ground with ease as you squeal in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to cling onto him.

Now he could bet that other guy wouldn’t do this for you, not just was he scrawny as all hell but he wouldn’t be nearly enough of a gentleman. Your arms tighten around the back of Sukuna’s neck as he starts walking to the apartment again, your cheek nuzzled against his shoulder as you slowly relax into his hold. He’s actually liking this a lot, silently considering purposely taking a wrong turn on the way home so he can hold you longer.

Hopefully after this you’ll stop going on stupid dates with worthless men, you’ve already got everything you could ever want right at home after all. Soon enough you’ll realize that you don’t need anyone but him.

A/N: This was SO FUN to write!! I love him he’s such an asshole askakksksk, I rlly liked the idea of doing a light hearted yandere part (even tho NOBODY asked for this skaksksk) Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[exorcqism]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ FLUFF CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.42K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; taking a break from smut. finna make sum cute for the ones that need it

“choso!” you threw your arm around choso. the 5’11 male would groan tiredly. you and him were pretty close friends…even closer now that the two of you lived together. you were his ball of sunshine when he just wanted to curl up in a pit of darkness. his tired eyes made their way up to yours and he’d smile a little.

you and him were…something. your relationship wasn’t made official or anything you but it definitely felt like it was. the two of you shared hugs that lasted longer than it should’ve. you were always doing something thoughtful for him like buying him new clothes or even food…to which choso couldn’t help but throw on his awkward crooked smile.

though, choso was a pretty serious guy, you couldn’t help but laugh when he was being dead serious with you. the way he said certain things made you giggle even though there wasn’t anything to laugh at in particular.

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him smile.

“hey…” choso cleared his throat. “what’re you doing up?”

“um..choso, it’s four in the afternoon.” you correct him in your soft and bubbly voice, your face never changing from your excited smile. if you smiled any longer, you were sure that your cheeks would start to hurt.

“huh?” choso glanced up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen that was pretty visible from the living room. his pupils retracted and his eyes widened, shocked about the time. he sighed and slumped back against the cushions of the couch.

“why didn’t you tell me? i was supposed to hang out with itadori today…” he sighed again, now rubbing his eyes. “i’m probably the worst brother ever.”

“you aren’t the worst, cho,” you smile at the curse, trying to reassure him. “you can still hang out with him. he knows how tired you can be.”

“yes, but i promised him i wouldn’t fall asleep and forget about him.” choso continued his moping, covering himself with his robe out of embarrassment…then it was quiet.

he went to sleep again.

you wondered why and how choso could just fall asleep so easily in the middle of conversations like that. his logic was also a bit confusing. he was so worried about yuji’s feelings but now he’s asleep as if he hadn’t been freaking out over it.

later that day, you were in your room playing roblox horror game on your playstation with yuji on the phone while choso was in the shower. you were waiting for him to get out so you can shower. you had to make sure you got that out of the way before you went to bed.

as you played your game, you remembered how dark the room was. you enjoyed being immersed in these games. turning up your volume as loud as possible. closing your door. turning off all the lights and even closing your curtains. you lived for the thrill of being scared.

you heard a click and a screech as your door opened, making you let out a loud gasp, saving yourself from tearing your vocal cords from screaming so much. 

choso was standing in your doorway, shirtless and his hair down. completely different from the twintails he usually wore…or his hair tied back, leaving his bangs to hang around in his face.

“you can go in now…” his low adverb voice spoke. “and why’re you screaming so much? is it that game?”

“oh, yeah, sorry.” you chuckled, finally calming your nerves. you were about to say something else until you heard yuji talking again. “oh…yeah, he’s right here. he was talking about you earlier.”

choso raised his eyebrows. you noticed he was doing that thing with his face…that nervous but excited smile. that was the most you seen him smile all day besides earlier today. he would quickly take your phone and put it up to his ear.

“uh…what do i say?” he asked. you just shrug, gesturing him to just say whatever was on his mind. he’d take your advice and walk out of your room, excitedly talking to yuji, starting with an apology.

you just smile at choso’s excitement and patiently wait until he returned with your phone.

that night, you had suddenly woken up after you fell asleep. your tv was off and your blankets were sliding off the bed. you seemed to be sleeping peacefully until you felt someone tapping you. you’d jolt awake and look up to see choso.

“your phone died,” he said, gently placing it beside you. he must’ve had your phone for a while or he just didn’t know when to come and wake you up. you were half asleep and you just nod, not really hearing much of what he said even though he didn’t say much.

“thanks, cho,” you say sleepily before lying down again. soon enough, you felt one side of your bed weigh down. choso was lying down next to you now.

“can i sleep in here with you?” he suddenly asked. “i don’t really wanna sleep by myself.”

that was a first. choso never asked to sleep in the same bed as you. you were too tired to question the curse’s actions and you agree to let him stay with you.

your eyes drift closed again, making yourself comfortable on the bed. soon enough, you felt a pair of arms snake around you.

“i gotta tell you something…um..don’t hate me.” choso began. “i mean, i doubt that you will but just in case.”

choso obviously seemed like a nervous wreck talking to you so closely to your ear. as you fight to keep your eyes open and listen to what choso had to say, you avert your eyes to look at him.

“why would i hate you?” you ask. choso’s cheeks visibly flushed a red color and he’d sigh, struggling to find the correct words to you so the conversation can go on smoothly.

“i…” you hear him pause. “i didn’t mean to fall in love with you like i did. you’re just so beautiful…and sweet. i don’t really know what i’d do without you here with me.”

you lay there processing what he had just said to you. a love confession? you couldn’t even fathom the words coming from your roommate’s lips.

“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, i understand. i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my—” choso stopped again as if he were trying to remember something. a word. “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

a tired smile stretched across your lips, “did you learn that from yuji or did you learn it yourself?”

“when i was talking to yuji on your phone…i asked him what it meant to have a crush on someone…and what it meant to be in a relationship. i mentioned to him that i felt like i’d die around you—that’s a good thing, i promise.” choso explained. “he tells me that it’s fine and that i should tell you how i feel.”

“well…yes, choso. i’ll be your girlfriend.” you say, your drowsiness still evident in your tone. choso released his grip from your body and sat up quickly.

“seriously?” he raised his eyebrows. he seemed unsure if he should’ve been excited. “um..this is good, right? yuji isn’t messing with me, right?”

you just laughed at him. something about his reactions were the cutest thing you could experience. it was like watching a cat play with a new toy.

“yes, seriously.”

“i have to tell yuji,” choso grabbed your phone and attempted to turn it on but it wasn’t working. it was still dead and you didn’t even bother to wake up and put it on the charger.

“tomorrow, cho. tell him tomorrow.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

“yuji,” choso whispered into the phone. you were still asleep in your room while choso had sat in the living room, trying to charge your phone. it took him a second to understand the concept of how long it can take to charge but he was patient until your phone reached a sufficient number so he could use it to make a call.

“i did it. i told her.”

“oh, you did? that’s awesome!” if your phone was any louder, you’d be able to hear yuji cheering over the phone for his big brother since the audio was on speaker. “well, now all you gotta do is be a cool boyfriend and a cool big brother.”

“i think i can do that,” choso smiled.

[nanaslutt]

Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better 👀

perv geto<3 my luv

contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare

MDNI

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“Fuuuu-mmm” you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectly— the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.

You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.

Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.

You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.

“Haaaa-aaah fuck-“ you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.

shlick shlick shlick

“Fuuuuck… cmon go again, do it again..” Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.

You knew you weren’t being relatively as quiet as you know you should’ve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.

You could not have been more wrong.

For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Geto’s ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.

He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didn’t mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.

The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, “A shower head? down there? really?” He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.

Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.

And he is so glad he didn’t give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.

He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.

You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, “holy shit,” you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.

You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldn’t have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldn’t hurt.. right?

You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.

You managed to push through it—though you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.

“Yesyesyes” Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.

He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a break— and of course he wouldn’t.

He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.

He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.

It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette as they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.

He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, “Coming in, gotta brush my teeth” he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.

You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.

“Oh- o-ok-“ You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.

You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and that’s when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.

“Why are you on the ground?” he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. “Didn’t hear you fall, you okay?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t on the floor because you fell.

He wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.

“I-i’m okay,” you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogation— it wasn’t.

“Didn’t answer my question.” He repeated, a smirk you couldn’t see, spreading itself across his handsome face, “Why are you on the ground if you didn’t fall?” He spoke.

You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little ‘uhh’ and ‘umms’ fell from your lips.

You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?

“Where’s the shower head?” he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knew— and you knew he was teasing you about it.

“Just wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~” He cooed, making you sigh.

“I..” you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, “I have it.” You finished.

“Where?” he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.

“Down here, with me.” You answered. “What’s it doing down there? hmm?” His deep voice resonated.

You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water. “I needed it.” you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.

“You needed it?” he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short ‘mhm’

He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.

He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, “Needed it bad, huh?” he spoke again.

You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.

“Who taught you that huh?” he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. “A-a friend.” you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.

“Yeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?” he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.

“Y-you like it,” you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.

This caught him off gaurd.

“Don’t t-think I haven’t noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-“ you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.

“You wanted m-e to do this,” you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.

“Fuck,” he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, “Why didn’t you say anything huh?” he asked.

“Didnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.” you responded, the name making his cock twitch. “Oh I’m the pervert?” he responded, “Who was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?”

“L-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,” you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.

He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.

“Mmm! Mph-“ You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.

You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.

“Sugu- Suguru, fuck-“ you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.

He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. “Let me fuck you,” he begged against your lips, “Let me fuck you please.” You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.

“I’ll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,” he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.

“Okay, okay ye-“ you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.

You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.

“You can’t take it, Look at me, you can take it.” He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.

The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.

“Oh fuck,” The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, “So fucking tight oh my-“ He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.

You’ve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Geto’s massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you would’ve been actually worried that he might’ve split you in two.

“Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. “S-should’ve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,” you giggled.

Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.

“I know, you’re right,” he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.

You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch “ah! ah! ah’s” we’re fucked out of your lungs.

“This perv fucking you better than that shower head?” he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.

“D-ont kno-w” your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. “You don’t know?” He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. “Let’s find out then,” he added.

He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.

He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.

Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.

He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, “Don’t pass out on me.”

Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasn’t for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs would’ve given out on you.

“Fffuuuuuck-“ You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. “Fuck- You’re so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-“ he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.

He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.

“Not gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.” he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.

“Fuck it’s you- you shi-t,” you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, “You fuck me better ha-aaah!” you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” He bated, needing to hear you praise him. “So ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-“ you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.

“Yeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-“ your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,

“Gonna make me cum,” he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.

Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.

“Su-“ you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-

He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.

You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.

“Thank you- Thank you-“ He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.

His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.

When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.

When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.

“I-“ He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, “Legs get you cleaned up,” he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.

[nanivinsmoke]

Slut For You

a part two to rated-r, hope you all enjoy!

needy!Choso x fem!Reader

summary : two weeks without you will make a sane man lose his mind.

warnings and tags : masturbation, toys (m!only) a glimpse of dom!reader and sub!choso, reverse cowgirl, missionary, rough sex, creampie, cum on body, degradation, multiple orgasms and much more~.

it had been two weeks since the last time the two of you fucked, yet it felt like eternity to the lonely emo boy. he wanted so desperately to be inside you again. to have you cum on his cock over and over until you couldn’t. but, you weren’t much to his dissatisfaction.

you were away for the first half of spring break. back in your hometown visiting friends and family. leaving poor choso all alone, with his mind clouded with thoughts about you. he tried to keep himself busy for the most part, he picked up extra shifts at the job, visited his younger brother yuuji and he even cleaned the apartment. but, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you:

you only texted him a few times during your trip, but only because he texted you first and after that, you stopped responding. maybe you just wanted sex from him and he was okay with that…nah he wanted you all to himself, he had to be with you.

he thought about you every second, he wondered what you were up to. the thought of you being with another male was slowly starting to consume him. that is until he got a notification from instagram. you had finally posted on your close friends. he scrolled through the videos of you at the club last night, before getting to the new one—his eyes widened at what was displayed in front of him.

you were shaking ass, with your dress rising up each time only to be pulled down by one of your friends. but, there was really no use because each time you twerked, your black thong and your thick cheeks were in view of the camera. he sat back on his bed and rewatched the video multiple times, a tent rising in his pants as he studied the video. then the next one played and he immediately brought his laptop out, so he could watch it from there.

in this video, you were grinding against your friend, your dress rising up again but this time nobody bothered to pull it down. your ass looked amazing underneath the brown light of your club’s section, it was sexy. he couldn’t stop watching it, he could see the ripples in your ass each time you friend’s hips collided against it. choso couldn’t help the growing arousal within him as he sat back and watched, rubbing his erection in his sweatpants.

as the video replayed over and over, he was getting weaker and weaker—trying to fight the urge to pull his hard cock out and get himself off to your video—until he couldn’t fight it anymore. he freed his erection from his pants, his angry red tip was coated in his pearlescent slick that slowly began to run down his shaft.

he immediately palmed his aching tip, moaning at the sensation. he fisted his cock in a fast, rhythmic motion; keeping his eyes onto you in that tight ass green dress. the more he stroked himself the hornier he got and he no longer needed the video. he closed his eyes and began to think about you replacing his hand with yours. your small hand coated in his sticky fluid, ogling at the sight of his cock. how’d you coo and moan his name, getting horny as you fisted him.

he’d then imagined you taking him whole into your mouth, pushing him so deep, hitting the back of your throat—causing your eyes to water. your head would begin to bob, spit mixed with his precum dripping from the sides of your mouth—and he would buck his hips up wanting more.

as his mind ran rampant, an idea popped into his head and he reached into his nightstand and grabbed a toy. it was a realistic pocket pussy and he bought it a while ago, he never used it, until now. he reached behind him and grabbed some lube, pouring the warm liquid into the top half of the silicone toy; before he pushed his tip inside—moaning while grabbing the hips of of it.

he grunted and slammed the toy down repeatedly; getting lost in the sensation along with his thoughts of you. the squelching sound produced by air being pushed out of the toy, along with his oiled cock echoed inside of his room, pushing him closer to an orgasm.

unbeknownst to him, you had just made it back home. you pulled your suitcase behind you and slipped off your shoes, setting down your keys on the kitchen’s island. you were glad to be home, even though you did miss your old friends and family, you had missed your roommate even more.

“cho?” you called out, but got no response. you knew he was here because his favorite shoes were still by the door. so, you walked over to his side of the apartment, where you were able to hear grunts and a lot of squelching. your slowly turned the knob and was shocked to see the sight in front of you. he looked so hot, fucking himself into the toy, his face contorted with pleasure. this is what you were missing and boy were you glad to be home.

as you tipped toed towards him, you were shocked to see your instagram story being played on his laptop. it was incredibly hot to know that you were what he chose to masturbate to, you cool feel yourself getting wet the more you watched him.

feeling a dip in the bed, his eyes shot open and landed on yours, a smirk planted on your face. he could feel his cock throb when you started to rub on his thigh.

“you missed me that bad, hm?” your voice teased him, but he couldn’t help the whimper that left his lips as a response. you smiled and hovered over his cock, watching the silicone toy go up and down on it—before you let out a nice glob of spit down into the hole, covering his mushroom tip. he let out a moan and his pace became faster, and the lewd noise got louder. it was so hot watching how sloppy and sticky everything became, from the squelching noises to his moans—you were so turned on.

you bit your bottom lip at the sight, your right hand laid right on clothed cunt, fingers moving slightly to create some friction—while you got off at the sight. his eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked upwards with each stroke into the false pussy.

“cumming—fuck, y/n!” thick white ropes of his cum pooled out and splattered on top of the toy, while his hips continued to pump upwards, until there was nothing left. choso slowly opened his eyes to see your that look on your face. and before he could open his mouth, you grabbed the silicone pussy—hands being covered in his cum— and pushed him deep inside of your mouth.

a loud groan left his lips as you sucked his hard, sensitive dick. you swirled your tongue on his tip, before moving down shaft—coating it with puddles of your saliva, before reaching his slightly heavy balls; taking them into your mouth as well. he couldn’t believe it, the way you were sucking him—especially after he just came— was like heaven and he could feel himself coming again. that is until you pulled him out of your mouth.

“need you….inside me~” you breathed, licking your lips before unbuttoning your little shorts; taking them off to only leave you in your little black thong. it was similar to the one you had in your video. his dick throbbed and got harder, it was like his fantasy had came true.

turning around so your ass was facing him, you pulled the small string of fabric to the side and grabbed his sticky cock, slapping it against your slick drenched cunt. pushing him inside, your tight gummy walls immediately constricted around him, earning a small moan from him. wasting no time, you grind’d against him, before using your hips to ride him; ass colliding with his pelvis each time.

the echoing sound of your ass clapping was like music to his ears and he was trying so hard not to lose it. you were way better than any toy. the way you gripped him so tightly, was a sensation he’d never want to forget. it was so addictive. not to mention the way your cunt gushed each time you brought yourself down onto him, only to be hidden by your ass; was far more greater than any magic trick.

“please baby, i want all of it inside of me. please~” your pleads where above a whisper, but he was able to hear the sexy request. the way your cunt squeezed his cock as you orgasmed, immediately caused him to shoot inside of you—painting your walls white.

as you pulled him out of you and a rope of cum followed, a switch flipped off inside of him and he pulled you by your legs—flipping you onto your back. choso pushed your legs back, pressing them deep into your chest, before he pushed himself inside; slamming his hips into yours, filling your sensitive cunt with all of his eight inches.

surprised, you opened your mouth to speak—only for nothing to come out. the way he pounded your like he wanted to break you, was more than a turn on. it was ecstasy. you had no choice but to hold onto your legs and lay there, taking his strokes, cunt full of his angry cock.

“you like fucking teasing me? posting that video, just so i could see it? so i could get off to you?” he grunted, slamming deeper into you each stroke, earning a yelp from your plump lips. you said nothing while your eyes rolled back into your head, your puffy clit throbbing from the overwhelming pleasure, causing you to squirt against him.

his grip on your legs became tighter and his strokes where harder, “shit—….mhm— you love getting fucked like this? being fucked stupid and have daddy breed this cunt?” each time you pushed him out as the clear fluid left your body, he slammed back inside of you harder, like he was punishing you.

“take. all. of. it. slut—.” he leaned down close to your ear, his tip striking your spot and kissing your cervix, making you cum again—with him following behind you. his cum was so filling, it stuffed your belly completely. however, he still had a lot left inside of him. you did leave him pent up for two weeks. he pulled himself out, jerking the rest onto your bare cunt—painting it a nice shade of white—before he collapsed on the side of you,

while the two of you calmed down, the question that remained on his mind, creeped back up on him and he had to ask you. he turned on his side and gently grabbed your face, making you look at him, “y/n….are the two of us….together?”

you found it cute how he became so shy after digging in your guts.

a smile appeared on your face and reached over and stroked his sweat drenched hair, “you’re the only guy who could make me squirt. im not letting you go….ever”

[auclairedetoru]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who never thought he'd ever have a roommate as he happens to enjoy having his own personal space.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who is forced by the current state of the economy to search for a roommate because the only place close to campus is a two bedroom apartment and he can't afford it on his own.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who is expecting only guys to accept his offer, given that he has provided information about himself, but he is surprised when his new roommate shows up and it's a girl.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who raises his eyebrows when she gives him a firm handshake. She seems strong, like she frequents the gym more than one would think.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who learns that his new roommate loves working out just as much as him, if not more. She is especially into boxing, and has competed in a few competitions before, some she won and some she lost.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna whose jaw hits the floor when she moves in and he sees her box full of trophies of medals.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who tries his best to keep his distance from her, they were only roommates after all, no need for them to become close when in six months they won't be living together anymore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who despite all his efforts of trying to mind his own business, is intrigued when he sees her coming back home at 7am - which is the time he usually wakes up - with her gym bag on her shoulder.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who let his curiousity take over and asks her about it. “I love starting my day with a gym session, it gets me ready to tackle anything that comes my way.” and he suddenly feels ashamed that he only goes three times a week while calling himself a "total gym rat".

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who thought she'd be tough and rough, but she is a literal ball of sunshine. She greets him with a smile every time she sees him at the apartment, and she gets excited when she sees him on campus, jumping up and down and waving at him like she hasn't seen him in days. He tries to act like he's embarrassed (which he is a little bit, he has an image to uphold) and tells her to calm down, “tsk, people are staring, quit it”, but he secretly likes it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who comes home one day at 1am after spending hours at the library preparing for an exam, and he finds a plate of food covered in aluminium foil waiting for him in the kitchen with a note next to it that said “you've work hard, warm this up in the microwave if you find it cold. Don't go to sleep on an empty stomach!!” with a doodle of a little character cheering.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sukuna who might be warming up to having a roommate... And maybe something a little more.

More of roomie! Sukuna here.

[trinityiswired]

So Cocky (18+ MDI)

Satoru Gojo x Roommate!Reader

CW: PiV, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia if you squint, dubcon, spanking, squirting, cunnilingus, Satoru switching from a soft dom to a little bit of a hard dom.

WC: 1.7k

High pitched giggles muffled from behind your roommate’s bedroom door. Ever since Suguru dropped out of college, he left Satoru to find a new roommate. You. No one else would deal with his antics other than you and Suguru.

This brings you to the present, covering your ears with your pillow as moans muffled through the walls. The erotic sounds of the girl, “Gojo, you’re so biggg!” Oh my god please shut up! Satoru wasn’t silent either, his deep grunts and panting were slightly less louder than hers. It was almost every night he brought a new girl over, boxes of condoms filling the bathroom trash. Gross. There was only so much you could take before the sound of sex overwhelmed you. Your feet took you to the front of his bedroom door, raising your hand to bang on it. “Satoru! You better keep it down before I—” The door opens, sweatpants loosely hanging on his hips. “Jesus you fucking smell.” I pinch my nose. The girl scrambles with her dress messily put on and a pack of condoms sticking out of her purse pushes past you. “When can I see you again?” She asks nervously. “I don’t do the same girl twice. Sorry sweetheart.”

She scoffs, “Whatever Gojo, you were just a cheap fuck, y’didn’t even kiss me, sleaze.” leaving our apartment in a huff. It was dead silent, you looked at Satoru in a confused daze “Okay—So like..Huh??”.

A sigh escapes his lips, “Didn’t even get to finish.” Whining in his sweaty glory, “It’s no wonder she left so mad, you treat girls like shit, huh?” You say blankly. “Not to ones I like!” He argues, “You must hate every girl.” you snort.

���Nuh uh, you’re just jealous because you get no play, unlike me.” He crossed his arms, “You’re too cocky for your own good, bet you didn’t make her finish either.” you roll my eyes. “Bitch—” “Ah no, I can’t stand smelling you any longer, you reek.” He pouts and heads to the bathroom, the squeak of the shower handle before the sound of water rushing. 

You laid in bed slowly drifting off to sleep after 30 minutes of that seriously awkward moment, not hearing the creak of your bedroom door opening. Satoru’s eyes glaze over your sleeping form, “You’re so mean to me…I’ll show you cocky..” He huffs, lifting the blanket off your body. You stirred—A smile on his face seeing you sleep so peacefully. His slender, nimble fingers tuck under the edge of your underwear, dragging them down as gently as he could. God. What a pretty pussy, he could only think. The tip of his fingers grazing against your slit, working in circles to get wet just for him.

A sharp inhale from your mouth, a sweet gasp that graced his ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay sweet thing.” He coos, his tongue pressing against your deprived cunny. Your eyes flickered open, “What the hell are you doing-” Your hand quickly pressed against his head, “Nono, it’s okay, I’ll make you feel so so good.” Taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, licking slow and deep stripes up your heat. Oh, “Satoru—!” His cerulean eyes stared at your face contorting in pleasure, a groan rumbling in his throat when his name left your lips in such a sweet expression. His nose bumped at your clit as his tongue became more fervent and almost desperate to drink in every part of you. Maybe being woken up so gently made you so dazed, that you couldn’t realize how you rolled your hips against his mouth. His eyes rolled back as you used his mouth, you didn’t even see him pumping his cock while he ate you up like a starved man. “Wait wait-I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, thighs tightening around his head. “Come on, cum, baby.” His voice was sweet like saccharine as he spoke, his tongue driving inside your slick-covered cunt. “That’s it–” His fingertips dig into your thighs when your legs tremble and tighten. Your deliciously pitched moans crying out his name as if it were a prayer, your release mixed with his saliva dripped from his chin as he rose up from between your thighs. A smug grin spread on his face when he wiped the mess with the back of his hand, his length twitching and rosy, needing its release so badly. He had such a pretty cock, pale and pink with veins running down the member as if it would just cum from the lightest touch. “I need to be inside you, please let me..” Staring down at you half lidded and panting.

Coming down from your high, “Wait–You need a condom, don’t you.” Your legs rest around his waist. He leaned down, “I am not using a condom when it comes to you, roomie.” His fingers tilting your chin up, “You’re the only exception.” pressing his lips against yours affectionately, full of need. His tip teasingly nudging at your entrance, his breath shaking from the slight touch. He reaches down to hold his cock, tapping it against your dripping core before making his tip slide into you. “Fuck.” He staggers, his forearms caging you under him. “Almost made me cum.” He says strained, inching himself further into you. Shaky breaths left your lips, “Don’t move yet.” He was stretching you so well, could you take him? It wasn’t really up for debate, he’d make you take every inch of him. “Can I keep going, baby?” He said warmly. 

You could only nod as he fed your aching cunt more inches till you were met with the hilt. Labored breathing as all you could do was moan, taking what he gave you. He moved slowly, his arm holding himself above you and his other hand cupping your face. “You look so beautiful under me, look at that pretty face—That pretty cunt, so talkative.” He cooed, watching himself disappear into you. Was he this gentle with every girl?—No he couldn’t be, what you heard earlier was the exact opposite of this. “Toru, feels s’good..!” I moan, “Fuck, ‘Toru’ huh?” He grunts, his hips starting to move at a rougher pace. “Say it again..” His hips meet the back of your thighs with loud a ‘plap, plap, plap’, skin slapping skin. “Toru–Ah..!” When the tip of his cock hit just the right spot that had you crying his name with an arch of your back. “Right there?” His eyes widened, focusing on hitting that spot just for you. “Yesyes, I’m gonna cum.” So tight, your walls hugged and squeezed around his cock as you came again.

“You’re gonna break my dick if you keep…Squeezing me so tightly.” He says breathlessly, not relenting on his movements. “Too much..!” You choked out a sob from oversensitivity. “I wanna cum too, you can keep going for me, can’t you? Just one more, yeah?” His hand reached down to press on your tummy, “Too fucked out to speak I guess.” He watched as your eyes rolled back, his hand grabbing your face.

“Who’s cocky? C’mon you can say it again, can’t you?” Your first orgasm left a creamy ring around the base of his cock, a new feeling building up in the pit of your stomach as he pulled out to the tip before plunging himself back in.

He wasn’t shy with his voice either, his grunts soon grew into higher-pitched moans, silencing himself once in a while with a feverish kiss. He slides out of you, gripping your waist to flip you onto your stomach. He littered kisses down your spine as his hand idled away at finding a pillow to put under your stomach, sheathing himself back inside once he did. He admired how beautiful you looked from behind, your back arched and your sultry eyes glancing back at him when your hips moved in tandem with his to meet his thrust. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock.” His hands caressed down your sides before digging his nails into the fat of your hips, letting his foot brace on the bed as he fucked into you deeper. Chasing his climax, “A-Ah wait, oh my god!” You gasped, clinging onto the sheets, trying to scramble a bit forward as his cock reached even further in this position. He laughed, “Don’t run away, I’m soo close.” He landed a harsh smack to your ass. You moaned out, and a strange feeling started to bud, “I have to go to the bathroom, something feels weird!” His ears perk up, “Oh? Are you gonna make a mess for me?” Your eyes widen, “S-slow down, ahn!” I gasp.

A gush of clear fluid came from your cunny as you screamed out, drooling onto the sheets. “Thaaat’s it baby—” his eyes scanned the room, meeting the nightstand with your birth control pill displayed on top. Isn’t that such a coincidence? “I’m gonna stuff you so full.” Smiling into the crook of your neck as you could only moan pathetically around his manhood. His hands reach for your chest as he pumps himself into you, rubbing circles around your sensitive buds. “Yesyesyes..” He says through his teeth as his moans turn into whimpers as his fat cock empties a generous load of his thick seed into you, his thrusts slowed down but he had to make sure that he fucked his cum into you juust right. When he pulls out his cock slaps against his stomach before softening, watching his seed ooze out of you and down your thighs with that fucked out look on your face. “Sweet thing.” He kisses your face so gently, standing up to get a warm wet rag to run along your body. He massages your legs with a loving gaze on you, “You okay, baby?” You look at him sleepily, “Mhmm…” He leans in towards your face, “God, you’re just so perfect, don’t wanna fuck another pussy. Just want yours.” hugging your tired body close to his.

Sure he was cocky, but maybe he was right to be when he fucked you so good.

[lovemeafterhrs]

i miss sunarin so much can’t stop thinking about being roommates w him and teasing him to death :(